It just is man. Here's a fun little excerpt-
What controls a man? I ask.
The woman begins to rub her faded nipples into erection. “His penis, of course,” grabbing one of my solid members. “They lived, they loved, for sex. Slave to ****s. That’s why they run extinct. Only women and flesh-creations such as yourself can live in today’s society.”
When I was in the testing period, I enjoyed drawing, I say. It is what made my artistic rating so high. If I were not a manufactured product for women, I would have lived for art rather than sex.
“As long as you have a penis and testicles attached to your body, you will live for sex.”
No, sex is not that important to me. Sex is just a game to play. A game adults can have fun with.
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