There she lay, prostrate and inviting, her LED's flickering coyly. As my hand reached-out to caress her rubber-encased body, I noticed it was visibly shaking. My fingers brushed against her erect Resonance knob, then gently stroked her keyboard. She emitted a squeal of delight that rose in intensity as I fondled her glide controller.
"Darling", I muttered hoarsely, "let's fuck!"
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This doesn't really do it for me....my Rolf Harris' stylophone represents the pinnacle of my adventures in electonic music, but, with my health & safety risk assessment hat on, it's my duty to remind you of the dangers of taking electrical goods into the shower....,..
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