These things can't be discussed

The following day Brianna moved around the bed in torment. She could feel the outrageous aggravation in her private spot.

"Screw you, Satan." Brianna reviled in a boisterous voice. The most horrendously terrible thing was, that she needed to go to work.

"For what reason would you say you are reviling me? You were imploring me to an ever-increasing extent." Satan went into the room with breakfast in his grasp.

"Debase, bold!" Brianna tossed the cushion on Satan, yet he handily avoided it while chuckling. The ruler of agony is by all accounts feeling great in the wake of tasting the illegal organic product.

"Just for you, wifey." Satan put the plate on the bed. He then folded the blanket over Brianna's body and embraced her.

"I have by and by made this morning meal for you." Satan cut the bacon and set it in Brianna's mouth.

"How is it?" Satan asked in expectation.

"Better." Brianna bit the piece of Bacon with her eyes shut.

"Would it be a good idea for us we go for one more round?" Sat