Erotic novel about David Bowie and Hatsune Miku:
"David Bowie, pls deflower me with the help of your huge meat wand."
"Okie dokie, Sakurada Miwako, just promise me not to get pregnant and die."
"That's actually not my name"
"Okay" he said without listening and started getting undressed. He then put on his precious eyepatch and painted a yin and yang symbol on his right buttock.
"David that is cultural appropriation"
"Hush now, Furukawa Nagisa, do not throw off my groove, I'm the hippest cat in creation." He combed his ginger hair and glanced at his naked body in one of the many mirrors filling David's X-files themed master bedroom.
"Ok so r you going to do the sex with me now?" Hatsune Miku asked, sitting on the edge of David's bed, wearing nothing but a pair of panties made out of limpet snail teeth.
"Darn it! But don't you even worry Furude Rika, I will solve this." David thought to himself "This is a very strong material, good thing my dong is even stronger."
"Ground Control to Major Tom" He sang loudly, bracing his 100% all-beef thermometer for impact.
Far away in the distance you could hear someone starting a countdown while he continued singing.
"Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six"
"Commencing countdown, engines on"
"Five, Four, Three"
"Check ignition and may God's love be with you"
"Two, One, Liftoff"
He thrusted his beaver bashing schlong dongadoodle inside of her quivering mound of love pudding, shattering the wall of snail teeth. "Aaaaa" she said and came instantly. Since she was a true animu child, David's lethally poisonous space dick did not kill her, but unfortunately Hatsune Miku got pregnant and had to quit her singing career. If you listened carefully the day of her resignation, you could hear thousands of neck beards weebing (weebs weeping) in their beds. The End. RIP David Bowie