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“Look, this one’s faulty. It has some, uh, quirks.” His voice is low and mischievous and his description almost makes the toy sound dirty.
“I’ve always found them a little creepy.” He puts his hands up in a placating gesture. “I mean there’s a time and place for creepy, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t know if I’d call it cute.”
Same. One of the reasons I never had one growing up is bc my mom thought they were creepy
“Kah-bee way-loh, Oo-dah.” No sleep, beautiful. My eyes flutter open to find a giant Flurbo staring down at me from the foot of my bed. This has got to be a dream. A very realistic, creepy AF dream. “Flurbo?” “Oo-tay, Oo-dah.” Yes, beautiful.
Inviting your toys to dinner is always a sign of a healthy social life.
“Why this dream again? Why can’t it be something with a sexy alien with a huge peen?”
“You want to tickle me?” “Oo-tay.” Yes. “You know what? Sure. Go for it Flurbo.” This is a fucking bizarre dream but I don’t feel afraid this time, I may as well roll with it.
I know I am drenched under my sleep shorts. That can’t be good for its fur.
Despite last night being fun, I don’t think it’s normal to get off using an enormous Flurbo.
“I always knew that Flurbos were the freaky little fuckers of the toy world.”
“Beh oo-day. Tah-tah.” Be good. Receive. “Did you just tell me to take it like a good girl?”
I look over my shoulder to see the battery compartment open and a long something roll out.
“You can take it, Chloe. It’s going to feel so good when you’re stuffed full of Flurbo cock.”
“Fuck. It tastes like one of those push pops I used to have as a kid.”
Flurbo thrusts a few more times before exploding in my mouth and shooting hot push-pop jizz down my throat.
