The future cannot be replaced ...
If you were born Bibi-Yug,
Bibi-Yuga and die ...
Forcing time is equivalent to
Raping females in the ass -
Children do not appear from this.
Ancient wisdom of the ancients

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*Alpha*

Alpha Bert Tuhas and Theta ips Drayit were sent to the distant past. Their primary task was to fertilize the chosen people given them the Great Torsche of the future. The female had to be fertilized. The greatest creations of scientists seventy-five thousand years before your era wanted to change the history of the future - their present. And no matter how he resisted the genius to invent time machines, relying on the wisdom of the ancients, he was forced to. Within a month, two robots were created, no different from human bodies. The body of the man was filled with viviparous fluid to five percent of the total. In his assignment to fertilize, neither more nor less, and six hundred thirty-four women. Robot - three times less. But she had to incubate everyone. Misfires were not allowed. They were given only five years for everything.

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A man, dressed in a plaid shirt, jeans with holes in different places - on the priest and knees - ponorously walked along the deserted highway. Behind him came the noise of an approaching car. It was a wagon with a trailer. Behind the wheel sat a plump girl in short shorts and a topic, more like a strip of cloth covering her ripe breasts. Having slowed down near a slowly wandering traveler, the lady asked if she needed a ride and where.

“She threw me,” answered the traveler, lifting his head and covering his face with his hand from the mercilessly scorching sun.

Drove wanted to ask "who", but changed her mind. The man was clearly not myself.

“Sit down,” she said kindly opening the cabin door, “where are you going?”

The man climbed up and, flopping down on the seat, repeated:

- She left me ... Now anyway.

“Understood,” the woman said without understanding, and she drowned the gas, “do you have money?”

- There is a little - showing cash, said the traveler.

Glancing at the bills, the woman noted that more than five, but less than ten thousand:

- I mean, I take you for free, but I don’t intend to feed, water and dress at my own expense.

- And love? - suddenly asked a man.

- Ha! - the woman hacked and slightly increased speed, - what's your name?

“Alpha,” the stranger answered, “and you?”

- Sveta, - what, really, Alpha?

“This is a derivative of Alfred,” found Bert Tuhees, “well, Svetik-Semitsvetik, share your most intimate erotic fantasies with me. I promise to fulfill them.

- Ha! - Svetlana hacked again, - my secret dream is to drive at a speed of one hundred and twenty, and so that I have a licker like you at that time. Double orgasm! From speed and love.

“There are no problems,” said the pretty boy, “I will fulfill your dream.” Give the gazku.

He stretched his hand behind the seduced back and freed her breasts from tissue captivity.

- Hey, kid! - exclaimed the girl, - it is necessary to lick there, nodding her head at the “there”, prompted the naughty girl, a naughty girl.

“I know,” said the smart man, and began to lick, gently knead and pinch her resilient and sweet breasts, biting and turning his huge nipples swollen from wanting.

Light zahorelo. Lover was a master of his craft. Warmth was born in the lower abdomen. Long forgotten needles pricked her crotch. Sweet discharge, talking about how it is nice to her, began to flow out of her flaming passion passion lye. The panties soaked from the streams of love did not bring inconvenience, but on the contrary pushed her feelings. She really wanted sensual touches at the bottom, but the man gave her a long torture of passion. Svetlana's eyes spontaneously closed. The girl wanted to surrender to the senses.She moaned with pleasure, but she remembered that in front of her under the wheels swept the road at a speed of one hundred and twenty kilometers per hour.

Having finished his erotic bullying of a woman’s breasts, the new Don Juan passed on to her sweet tummy. Slowly kissing him, moving lower and lower to the most intimate that she had. He had just a little bit left - a couple of kisses, how he would get to the top of her main sensuality, how the lover went back to her waist and started kissing again, moving as if in lines of a love letter to the bottom.

- Aaaaaah! - moaned deceived in their hopes.

She was even a bit angry at this sadist. He was imagined by her executioner, who tortured her with love. The executioner attached himself to the sweet dimple of the navel and, playing with his indefatigable tongue, brought his victim to a frenzy. Her body convulsively trembled from sudden clicks of the tip of the tongue along a sweet dimple. The driver lost control of the monster rushing to his death, who began to drive from side to side on the highway.

- Watch the road! - the executioner said evil, - we will break, - letting go of the tortured by passion.

“I’ll probably stop,” she murmured plaintively, “and then you’ll continue.”

As soon as the car stopped, the executioner resumed his torture. This time he started from the neck. Reaching his breasts, he realized that a woman would soon flood an orgasm. And this was not part of his plans. Suddenly he bit his nipple a mistress. She screamed:

- Hey! What are you doing? It hurts after all!

“Forgive, forgive,” the man said, and, making a guilty face, he buried his face in the crotch of the woman, as if hiding his little face.

“Come on,” Sveta said, gently stroking his hair, “well, I got a little carried away.” It happens to everyone?!

Realizing that he was forgiven, Alf freed from the shorts and the order of soaked panties the most secret place of Sveta. The girl rolled her eyes and leaned back in her seat, spreading her slightly plump, but rather beautiful legs. She felt sweet and hot, sometimes gentle, and, where necessary, strong kisses of a lizetchik. Kunilinger knew his business from and to. He licked and sucked just the way he wanted to enjoy it. Sveta moaned, shuddered and arched in her place. She was unaware that in the language of the robot there was a special hidden channel through which he fertilized the female, deeply sticking to her his zoom tongue, almost touching the uterus.

Sveta was orgasmic from the pleasure she received with unprecedented brightness of feelings that she had never experienced before in this life.

Furiously clinging to her lover's lips, she allowed him to take herself right here and this minute. But the lover refused, explaining that he was impotent.

“What a pity,” the kind girl saddened, “how can I thank you for this?”

“Just take me to the nearest town,” the liar smiled.

- With pleasure! - stroking the shoulder of the unfortunate, said deceived, - even to the end of the world ...

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* Theta *

“Miss Drayit,” said the clerk, “I'm sorry, but your name is not on the list, and there are no places in the hotel,” the man regretted waving his hands.

“Doesn't that help solve our little problem?” - smiling brightly, asked Dryit.

She cracked her purse and made a move, as if drawing three bills out of it. Seeing that the man’s face remained indifferent, Theta added a couple more to it. The face of the indifferent employee immediately changed to a sugary-warning one. Cleverly removing the banknotes, he changed them to the key of a single room.

Theta, sitting in the elevator, pressed the ninth floor, not the sixth. The number was 616, but if you turn it over, it could seem 919.

The key card could not go to someone else's door, but this did not stop the Thet. Having connected to the lock remotely, she quickly went through all the combinations. Exactly a second later, the castle gently snapped, letting the girl into the room. Ips Drayit threw her purse on the table and quickly undressed, singing a simple song. Going to the door of the bathroom, clicked the switch.

- Damn it! - someone cursed outside the door in a male voice.

- Hm, - was surprised ...