I am the pinnacle of baryonic life. He ran his fingers along the back of Erika’s exquisitely-tailored dress, and began contemplating its imminent removal. XXX You shall have your tribute. ________________________________________
The next morning, Duplica awoke from a night of dreams of Mewtwo’s raging cock. “To think that we’ll be able to spend some time in quiet reflection and comradery… it’s so nice.”
As they sailed away, Mewtwo began walking around the ship, checking to make sure that each of the travelers with him was feeling all right. His internal argument was abruptly cut short, however, when Erika spoke up. “I can’t very well cross them,” she thought to herself. “Oh, Erika. Her eyes invited him to enter her moist depths, as if she already knew all Mewtwo’s darkest and most secretive fantasies.
