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It takes all of my restraint to pull my hand away and turn my attention back to the road. “I saw it… on the TV…” Her voice is hushed, confessional. “I saw it… this woman… in pigtails… and this guy… being her daddy…” “Did it make you wet?” She nods again. “I went to bed and touched myself, and it felt… icky… but nice…” “Dirty,” I tell her. “The word is dirty.” “Dirty…” she repeats. “It felt dirty… but nice… I couldn’t stop.”

"I made plans with my daughter. Maybe next time.” Jesus had probably kept good on his word to keep God updated about all of her sins because, of all the songs in the world, “Promiscuous” by Nelly Furtado and Timbaland blasted through the room. The place was bustling, and the scent of stale tap beer, deep-fried everything, and urban stench clung to our clothes. Gerald was hiccupping and talking at the same time, and she tuned him out to people-watch. “What?” Elvie shouted over the music.

She threw up her devil horns on both fists, shaking her extended pinkies and index fingers at the crowd. “I’m ready to get dirty,” Reagan said. Dare chuckled into his microphone. “Oh hell yeah,” he said in a sexy growl. “I’ll get dirty with you, Reagan,” Logan said. “Let’s all get dirty,” Max yelled, and the band segued into their gritty ballad, “Stained.”

Alexa replied. 🎶🎶Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste I once was a man with dignity and grace Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace So please, please🎶🎶 🎶 Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

Me I am also tattered Shattered Am I No it’s just a bad in dream What I get Is living life Like a different being Dirt makes me look clean Cleaner than many In life’s stream But I will repair self And also mend Parts of my shell Come celebrate this day With me Sounds silly It’s strange life ways We don’t know When we are meant For another weep So smile this day With me I again repeat Come orange mangoes Come bananas kiwi Come let’s eat with me I share food For not in food But in your human life I more believe I have little more money I will give what I hold I am at top today within Just a smile away From destiny Don’t break my day Let me too smile From within My way Enjoy sun rise again What

“What?” “She’s different? Really? You sound like a teenage boy trying to get into a girl’s pants by saying she’s different from the other girls” “Fuck off! What do you want me to say? I never met anyone like her, so she’s different” “Jesus Chris, it feels like I’m doing child therapy. Ok, let me get the whiteboard for you.” The arrogant prick actually mimicked an air pen and drew his next words in an imaginary board. “Everyone is fucking different”

He placed her on the bed as he fell to one side both breathing loudly all sweaty and he turned and pulled her to himself as he got up spread her legs yet again seeing how red she was. “So beautifully red and mine” he said as his eyes scanned her pussy. “Don’t think I am done with you Peanut butter, I am going to fuck out the bratty behavior off you and even if you hate me for fucking you that way when done you will love me” he said kissing her pussy in the process and without much warning he entered her again as she began to shiver yet again she started to lose her as he beautifully abuse her pussy.

"And we know it's never simple, Never easy Never a clean break, no one here to save me You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand~" The lyrics is making her laughs. Yeah, they never have a clean break up. Because from the stop, there is no them. "And I can't, Breathe, Without you, But I have to, Breathe, Without you, But I have to~" Peach voice is starting to crack up. You trying hard bitch! Peach scowl at herself. "It's two am Feelin' like I just lost a friend

“If it’s you, Devil—if you’re the one turning my world to shit—then get your ass down here, you horned motherfucker! Stop hiding behind fate and do something real for once. Get on your knees and eat my pussy like you mean it! Forked tongue and all—ruin me properly, you cowardly prick! Fuck yeah, bend me over and make me scream!” I collapsed back onto the couch, hysterical giggles bubbling up, tears mixing with the sticky liquor on my lips. The words hung in the air, absurd and blasphemous, before silence swallowed them whole—a thick, oppressive quiet that pressed against my eardrums. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the spins to stop. Then the air changed.