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Part 2, version 2.0.0
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<p class="title">Studentenfutter</p>
<p class="title">Студенческий корм</p>
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Unbelievable, how connected we already are and how much sexuality and warm love there is between us. And the ascension has just begun.
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And, yes, I got your message about using Goddess' shit as toothpaste in her mouth chamber. I was falling asleep, and then you suddenly send me this image and a lightbulb explodes in my head. Suddenly *awake* and *hornyasfuck*. I had never thought about using Goddess' shit like that. You're such a perfect Nutella slut. Would love to see your nutella'd tongue and then we could do some intense French kissing.
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Wow, we are so unplugged now. And it happened after you sent me your birthday wish. Wonder what you thought when you sent it to me? Did you think it would be such an ice-breaker? Wives should be the ones who break the ice after a quarrel, no? Maybe not, maybe yes, but you're the best русский ледокол.
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A few more words regarding your divine asshole.
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God loves to bed fed via Goddess' asshole. In fact, this was one of the first things we did in Moscow *membathat*? I inserted some nuts and you pushed them out into my mouth.
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Goddess should do it herself, too. Stick something up her butt, come into God's room, "Want some mystery snack, Your Honor?" God loves surprises like that.
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Oh, and God is obliged to never refuse a mystery snack. Whatever he does in that moment (talking, sleeping, repairing) must be interrupted if Goddess brings a mystery snack. What will she drop off? Raisins? Apple pie? Chick nuggets? Peanut butter?
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This is the one time when God submits &ndash;&ndash;for his own pleasure&ndash;&ndash; to Goddess.
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<p class="title">Pregnancies of Nofretete</p>
<p class="title">Беременность Нофретты</p>
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Nofretete has an idea! Instead of having a bladdergasm and having the appreciation accumulate in the bladder, she can accumulate it in her uterus!
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She can get pregnant and divert the appreciation into her uterus instead of the bladder. So now the uterus becomes the chamber of appreciation.
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So she constantly thinks thoughts like "Oh, what a wonderful man Echnaton is", "Oh, what a charming man Echnaton is", "Oh, how much more efficient are his manly ways compared to my foolish feminine ways".
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This are the same thoughts you had when Sergei brought order into your agricultural disputes in Russia. Могучий мужественный Сергей исправил ситуацию так, как никогда не смогла бы сделать маленькая глупая Надёна.
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In Borisovka you felt so great to have such a man like Sergei by your side. A real man. A real Russian. "This is how men should be.. not like that pathetic German guy."
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Back to Nofretete. Nofretete is feeding her uterus with these over-the-top appreciations for Echnaton, "Such a wonderful man", "I am so honored to have such a man by my side.", "So grateful to be the wife of such a giant like Echnaton". Embryos awash and infused with appreciation! She wants to bring into the world babies, babies, babies, who are imbued with appreciation for Echnaton.
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And that's why Echnaton and Nofretete had only daughters. Only daughters could have manifested from such appreciations. Happy female embryos in a happy female uterus. <b>Happy seven daughters, happily admiring their father Echnaton.</b>
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So sweet, isn't it? Yes, so very sweet, of course.
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NO!!! It means, no more bladdergasm nectar for Echnaton. He never gets to know the appreciation HIMSELF. He never has a real relieving feeling that he is appreciated by Nofretete. It's sad and frustrating for him. His sexual tension is building up.
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But wait. It gets worse.
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