As Billy tore open the box, the words “beast setting” and “long-life battery” caught his eye. He was lazy so he skipped the instructions.
And being the lazy type, he lay down on the couch, mounting the fembot on top. He sure wasn’t gonna do the work.
Then the thing raged—AHHHHHH!
He squinted at the wrecked box on the floor, just inches away. Everything was a blur, but the thought of stopping his manhood from being grinded down was motivation to focus. He saw “emergency shutdown” and “nose”.
Billy stretched his fingers, trying to reach the bouncing nose.