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Janet van Dyne, ex-wife of Hank Pym, quickly popped open the stapler and let the row of staples within drop out with a clatter on the floor, before ramming the whole length inside her wanting twat. The way it clicked over each inward thrust, like it was
shooting blanks for a metal seed that she hadn't heard known, only made her chest redder and her thighs wetter with excitement. That's where she, while following through on her needs, made a grotesque observations.
People were so smelly, sticky and soft, and she could smell her sweat forcing its way out of her pores, feel her juices slicking up to lubricate her toy for greater entry, and her soft sex accepted every inch of the cold hard length that was beginning to feel
much too warm for her taste.
She could only last half a minute with the stapler disgustingly heated by her body before she slammed it onto her desk and grabbed a ruler. Pumping it in and out, she gasped and moaned for release.
"Ultron! Ultron, I... eww..." She looked down at her crotch and grimaced while she flipped ends on the ruler, embracing cold, hard steel again while her hand suffered through the warm wet end. Like all the other attempts so far, she quickly found her efforts
ruined by her own disgustingly squishy, primitive human body.
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