“This isn’t what I expected,” Kristal MoonTree said in her lingerie, “from a spell to summon a divine cock.”
The bird spread his multicolored wings, filling the bedroom with the golden light of dawn. “Haven’t you ever heard of, Zoroosterianism?”
She left. “Nope.”
“Come on… the Mesopotamian chicks dug me!”
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