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I typed fast, pulse already hammering. First search: amateur gày blowjob compilation. Too soft. Skipped. Next: raw breeding bareback. Closer, but still not it. I muttered under my breath, scrolling thumbnails. “Come the fück on… give me something filthy.” “Rough gày dom/sub… no, too staged.” Cursor hovered. “Fück, prison shower scene? Lame.” Clicked anyway. Watched ten seconds of bad lighting and fake grunts. Closed the tab. “Shít. Useless.”

Music plays signaling the movie is about to start. “I love this movie,” she says, leaning back against my chest. A comic strip flickers across the screen and I recognize the title to one of the Avengers films. It relaxes me more to know at least I’ll be seeing a sequence of fight scenes and graphics. Maybe a movie isn’t such a bad idea. But partly through watching Earth’s Mightiest Heroes fight some secret society in the woods, Piper groans, sitting up. “Damn.” “What’s wrong?” “Stupid popsicle is dripping. It’s going to be sticky.”

The boy shook his head and continued to chew on his puff. "Fuck! Lisa exclaimed and looked around. She scanned the premises but nothing was unusual. She held tightly to the papers and returned to her car. She checked the pictures contained in the parcel thoroughly. They were her nude pictures. She was depicted in different sex scenes with an unidentified man whose face was perfectly cropped out. The picture looked like she was having sex with a ghost. It was the work of a professional.

I question him again trying to break the ice, he seems to smirk a little looking over at me. "Well it started back in school I don't know how old I would've been, I was sat in class leaning back in my chair and for some reason behind me, you know back in the day you had those pens you had to dip in ink?" He asks me looking over with a smile, I nod saying quills he nods continuing "well I leant back in my chair when the chair moved and I fell, on the way down I tried to grab hold of something to stop me falling, but I end up grabbing the sheet of paper the tubs were of ink was on" he laughs which causes a little laugh to come out of my lips as I finish with his cut on his face.

- Dirty Pictures Inspire Animal Pleasure Things changed a bit later on Saturday night, about an hour after we finished the dishes. It took less than five minutes. Nancy asked to see the pictures I took of Sam Tulip screwing Jorge Victor's really ugly butthole in the parking lot at the Mink. I had to warn her first, some things cannot be unseen, and this was well beyond ugly. But she was willing to risk it for another look at the current version of her favorite Tulip.

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Something in me said not to open it, but I clicked anyway. A row of videos loaded. I tapped the first one. The screen went bright, and then the movement started. I almost lost my breath. My chest locked up. My fingers shook so hard I almost dropped the iPad. It was a sex clip. And it was Mark. And Lila.

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I throw him a serious questioning, if a little accusatory, frown as he slaps a hand over my eyes, covering them. “For the love of God.” Arrick groans and slides the thing from my fingers as I push his other off my face, to do some damage limitation. Flicking it off whatever crazy menu I have navigated onto and switching to Pulp Fiction instead, a movie favorite. I can literally feel my face flaming with shame. He just raises a brow my way and shrugs unapologetically as though to say ‘yeah, men like porn’.

They spun on poles and twirled their bodies in ribbon. “Is this a strip club?” I asked. A waitress came over with nothing on but a bikini top and a thong, aside from a chain leash that sat over her shoulder, handing me a clear shot glass with a red liquid inside. I sat horrified until Geoffrey took it from me preemptively. “It’s not a strip club, wolfy,” Geoffrey hummed, downing the crimson shot that had to be blood judging its thick consistency. “It’s a puncture and pleasure private club!”