The Scientific Method (Egon/Reader)
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Dernière publication sam., mai 27, 2023
Dr. Egon Spengler uses the scientific method to determine if your vivid dreams are having a significant effect on the pink slime that is flowing under the streets of New York. Purely a man of science, he's willing to do whatever is needed for results.
(Warning: Certain chapters will contain spanking of consenting adult)
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