Roger wasn’t sure what this app was. His dirty mind decided to replace “return” with “cum”. Suddenly, he was in the back of the patrol car, on top of Bill, who was still heavily pregnant. They were both naked.
“Oh yes, fuck me!” Bill screamed. Roger obliged, shoving himself inside Bill’s eager opening. He thrust in again and again, pounding him until he felt himself cum. At the same time, Bill let out a moan of pleasure. They broke apart, panting heavily. “That was amazing,” Bill whispered.
“I always bring the good loving,” Roger replied. Bill grinned at him.
“I know. That’s how I wound up pregnant.” Roger watched Bill get dressed. Apparently, the phone had changed things. Bill had no longer gotten pregnant from a random bar hookup, he had been impregnated by Roger. Roger wasn’t too upset with this result. But things could be better.
Bill went inside to go pee, and Roger picked up Bill’s phone again and generated a new sentence. He didn’t like it. So he generated another one and another, until he found one that he could work with better.
It read “Roger is the father of his friend-with-benefits’ fetal child.”