Here's a little word to the wise: If you ever run into Ava Devine in an airport, you should definitely say hi. It's extremely unlikely that she'll have a double penetrating Fucking Machine or a month's supply of baby oil in her carry-on, but something good might just come out of it anyway. Those of you who are afraid of flying can make do with this extended session of cold robotic love—not cold because robots are distant and remorseless, but cold because we're assuming all that water pouring onto and coming out of Ava is probably lukewarm at best. Pray for an extra-long line at the security checkpoints and maybe she'll tell you all about it sometime.
· "Ava Devine on Fucking Machine" (Megarotic)
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