| "Ah, we made the right choice with the plastic couches. They're soooooo much easier to clean afterwards." Kaiba announced to himself smugly, as he fixed up the livingroom. Marik walked in, but Kaiba didn't look up. He was too busy wondering how long it would be before he burst the sofa with his powerful thrusting. Marik began to speak. "Kaiba, I have accepted the fact I will never be Pharaoh. But it doesn't matter..." << BACK NEXT >> |
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