Private Japanese Shooting: Nonstop Creampie Climax Edition

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    I blinked. We both stopped twenty yards apart, facing each other warily. “Mark and Mary love you. It grated that I was forced to retreat to such a… We were twenty-five miles south of Sanford, in the middle of nowhere, Montana. The glass front doors shattered into tiny beads of broken glass. Remember all the fun we had. No-one knows the precise number of men who died of the Demon Plague, but estimates are 1.02 billion. The General nodded. “We’ve been searching for you and Lana for months.