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Bir çeviri sorunu bildirin
I never wanted to breed with anyone more than I want to with cybor. That perfect, curvy body. Those bountiful breasts. The child bearing hips of a literal god. It honestly ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hurts knowing that I'll never mate with him, pass my genes through him, and have him birth a set of perfect offspring.
I'd do ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ANYTHING for the chance to get cybor pregnant. A N Y T H I N G. And the fact that I can't is quite honestly too much to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ bear. Why would God create something so perfect? To ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ tantalize us? ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ laugh in our faces?!
Honestly guys, I just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ can't anymore. ♥♥♥♥.