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Do you know James Bond 006, the one who defeated Dr.

God and his Amazons in previous adventures such as you were able to

savor them in James Bond 006 number 1, edited by the famous Prestige

Collection, of which you are, I'm sure, a charming amateur.

James Bond, the man who bends faster than his shadow, the inventor of the

automatic and adjustable distance.

The episode of his tumultuous existence, which I will tell you about, takes place

in June 1986, when he was working with O.S. Sex 69 for the account of Linda

Lovelest, former porn star, who became special agent of President Reagan.

They were like two brothers, O.S. Sex 69 and James Bond, united like the fingers

of the hand, or more precisely, in the two holes of the Soviet spies.

Ugh.

But after beating up all the women of James Bond, the infamous O.S. Sex 69

became a transfuge and was put to sodomy for the KGB under the false identity of

Tchernikov. In other words, we had him in the ass. Especially since we had

believed that he had completely disappeared by wanting to get into the

vagina of one of our particularly gluttonous spies.

Comrade Olga, call Comrade Chernikov.

Yes, Comrade Chief.

Hello, Comrade Chernikov.

This is Comrade...

Bastofsky. Ah, bonjour, Kamaratchev.

Venez tout de suite, Kamaratchev.

J'ai une mission de la plus haute importance pour vous.

It's a song!

C'est ce que je fais.

J'arrive, hein, dès que j'ai conclu.

Comrade Olga, call Comrade Aldorf.

Yes, Comrade Chief.

Comrade Waldorf.

Hello, Comrade Chef.

Come to my dacha right now, Chef.

But I'm on leave.

Comrade, I don't want to know.

The people are in trouble.

Very well, I'm coming, Chef.

I'm sorry.

Good morning, Comrade Bolga.

Good morning, Comrade Chernykov. Is the Chief Comrade here?

You have to wait, Comrade.

He was on the phone with the Comrades Presidents. That's very good.

We can take care of everything.

Last time, I waited two hours.

Come on, come on, comrade Chernobyl.

We don't have time.

Come on, comrade.

Comrade, you have room.

Really?

You want to share with my friends?

The habit that O.S. had taken with James Bond to share their conquests did not

leave him for that.

Become Chernikov, he ensured the complicity of Aldor to kiss with

elegance all the female staff of the KGB.

Hello, boss.

I'm going to the helicopter.

I'm going to the north.

There's no other way.

You go straight to my office.

Now, boss?

Right now!

Come on, boss.

Come on, boss.

I'm going to go to the gas station.

You put away my vulgar umbrella.

Be careful.

Thank you for the boss.

Comrade Jeff.

Comrades, I have two missions of the utmost importance for you.

Comrade Tarkov, you go to the Persic Gulf with Agent

Banarowicz. Comrade Olga will give you instructions.

Come on, Comrade Jeff.

Comrade Daldorf, Agent 006 is on vacation in Normandy.

With a charm command, you will neutralize him!

Execution!

The mission entrusted to Tchernikov was not simple.

He had to approach Amourel Sodo, Emir of Sodomy, in the Turkish Empire, who, when

they banded, in order to obtain that his oil no longer flowed for the account of

the beautiful American spy, whom he had fallen deeply in love with, but for the

Soviet Union, which, although in the midst of a presidential erection, no

longer made anything flow from its dried wells.

Thank you.

Oh.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

During this time, James Bond sat in his Normandy residence with a call girl who

had learned the art of the pipe from Madame Saint-Claude.

Yes.

Hmm.

In the plane that led him into sodomy, Tchernikov could not help but have a

look for the charming passenger who, sent into the air at the same time as

he, as the plane took off, was in reality one of the most formidable

espionages of Amour El Sodo.

It was on a very beautiful sunny afternoon that Tchernikov landed in the

Persian Gulf to embark on the exact mission that the KGB had entrusted to

him.

Oh.

His power of seduction did not fail to operate immediately and he was very

quickly surrounded by a nest of dream creatures who had only one concern from

this precise moment than to throw themselves at his feet to make him take

it.

Always in his life, James Bond, as his name suggests, was always Bond, and his

erected sex resembled a hot dog between the lips of the call girl.

Saying that it was difficult for Chernikov to be led on the sumptuous

yacht of Amour El Sodo would be exaggerated because the irresistible

creatures did not resist him.

The resistance to defeat the guards charged with the protection of Amour El

Sodo was quickly reduced to nothing by a few drops of mortal sperm.

bye bye

Amour El Sodo, as his name indicates, was a

fervent fan of the magic handkerchief.

decidedly irresistibly attracted by the sharing of a woman between two men could

not prevent the creature pumping feverishly love and soda the two girls

finding themselves alone tried to console themselves by caressing each

other but having no habit of this practice they did not achieve much

Oh my god.

While Tchernikov was progressing as quickly between the asses of dream

creatures as in the investigation that had been entrusted to him, James Bond

006 was looking for inspiration in the aspiration that his sex was savoring.

Such a formidable weapon needed to be sharpened, polished, and shine like the

blade of a sword.

But let's go back to Haldor, the other KGB agent in charge of going to

neutralize James Bond.

To his natural whims, he had preferred not to attack the famous secret spy

alone and to ensure the complicity of Dr.

God and his Amazons.

Dr. God, creature with rebounding forms, set out on a mission accompanied by his

brightest fighters who, although of lesbian origin, had recently opted for

bisexual nationality.

The battalion thus formed approached the residence of James Bond in order to

obtain its definitive destruction by total sexual exhaustion.

Totally devoted to the KGB, Tchernikov doubled his efforts to get from Sodo to

Sodo, his Megomor in the corner of the lip, to the goal of his mission.

Which later led to his admirers, in his most dangerous missions, Tchernikov was

the man of Sodo-Mego-Mor.

Sodo-Mego-Mor, for those who have not yet understood the tactic of Tchernikov,

borrowed from the ancient history of espionage.

Oh.

Oh.

You make me hot.

So hot. And I'm not.

You make me move.

Just in.

Tchernikov had almost reached the goal of his mission.

He did not doubt that at the other end of the world, James Bond, his former

accomplice, was about to undergo the most formidable test of his already long

career. He continued to have a good time with the daughters of Amour El Sodo.

The latter, by the way, was delighted to have found in Tchernikov such a perfect

sexual accomplice and had indeed given him all his trust and his favors.

The war strategy of the Amazons of Dr. God and Daldorf was clear and the attack

became imminent.

Tchernikov, during this time, continued to party joyfully with the two daughters

of Amour El Sodo.

The strategy of Dr.

God consisted of approaching without noise as close as possible to James Bond

in order to create a surprise effect.

Under the formidable influence of Tchernikov, Amour El Sodo became totally

lubricated and delivered himself to two guilty incestuous practices, joining

Tchernikov and his two daughters for a joyful party at four.

Yeah.

Oh.

the assault was given and all the women were laughing like a lone man on the

poor James Bond whose perfectly sharp weapon allowed him to kiss and sodomize

all these beautiful fighters.

What Dr.

Gode had not foreseen, and Aldorf a fortiori, is that sex has no uniform, no

borders, and very quickly there was confusion.

Then the cordial entendre, between sexes mingled, in the sole search, not of

tears, but of absolute pleasure.

They forested the wolf New legs will shine

They tried to make you

tall When your flow was

too bright You learned from the

top

Assembly going down again.

Following an old pen.

There's a lot to be.

There's pen and writing.

Sure as pen and reading.

That's what I discovered when I recognized

Philae. I

wrote

down notes from a tortured mind.

I never could see a connection between the hammer and the nail

Let's go.

I love

you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

He meets the naked actress who was born with me.

She moves up to Eli and says, Eli, please.

Eli, please.

Eli, please.

Ooh, your smile.

You know, it heals me for a while.

It opens me up real wide so I can sleep for miles.

Because my valuable time sometimes attacks me.

But now you are here with a smile that helps me.

Tchernikov quickly completed his mission with Amour El Sodo, borrowed his

sailboat, then the jet made available by the KGB to join Halldorf and his Amazons

in order to help them destroy James Bond.

But what a lack of psychology on the part of the KGB!

It was quickly forgotten that Tchernikov had been James Bond's friend for many

years when he worked with him under his true identity, OS-69.

So, socialist friends, rather than kidnapping me, wouldn't you prefer to

taste the pleasures of the West? My government will be more pleased than to

give you political asylum!

When the two former accomplices met again, friendship grew stronger.

that ideology and both reconciled, finding their common taste for beautiful

women and all the pleasures they had so well shared.

Shamsband and Tchernikov brought back to Dr. Gode the love of the male sex and

the taste of the sperm which they donated with extreme generosity.

Perfection.

Cordelia, it's a shame.

Our agent comrades have gone to the West.

They prefer Coca-Cola to our dear vodka.