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Full of want. “Don’t stop me now,” Rum whispered. “You can leave.” His fingers brushed over his cóck, half-hard, leaking, trapped against his thigh and aching for friction. He slid his palm down, slow, curling around it. “Do you think I’m disgusting?” he asked, teasing. “Touching myself in church. In front of a man of God.” “You’re twisted.” “And hard,” Rum breathed. “Bet you are too.” A pause. “I’ve been thinking about it for days,” Rum continued. “You. Pressed up against me. Shoving my legs open. Telling me to shut the fvck up while you ruin me.”

“4. No cursing. At all.” “Hold on. Swearing is an act we all do when we are angry so no can do. That’s the only thing I love in this damn world.” I muttered. “5. Don't interrupt when a person is speaking.” He nevertheless continued. “6. No drugs or smoking. 7. No boyfriends or any male friends. If you want than the brothers should approve of it.” “The fuck?” Mumbling, I bit my lip to stop the smirk that was threatening to erupt. “Oh my, than I have to breakup with Ben-10? He was the love of my life.” I dramatically spoke, placing my hand on the chest to feel the nonexistent pain.

Fuck it, everyone curses once in a while. "Arabella. Repeat what you just said-" Father's mad voice shook the walls before I cut him off. "I'm, not, fucking, perfect." I voiced out every word while staring at him angrily. Even though my heart was currently pummeling and was in desperate need of ease, I stood my ground. I watch his hand turn to a tight fist on the table. "Arabella!" Mother gasped in shock. She didn't expect me to repeat the profanity, they both didn't.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! EAT SHIT! EAT A WHOLE BAG OF DICKS, YOU ROTTEN SONS OF BITCHES!” The words hung in the air, vulgar and shocking in their vehemence. In the dead world, language had become functional, stripped down to warnings, commands, and comfort. Profanity of this creative, vitriolic caliber was a relic of a lost civilization, a sound they hadn’t heard with such youthful fury in a very long time.

Giving two shit about traffic rules shouldn't be on his to-do list. "I swear, I will cut off your dick and parcel it to lions in Africa." The other male fumes. Despite his threat sounding childish, his voice sounds too serious. I bite my lips to hold my laughter in. What did Mr.Elliot Ivanov do to get scolded like this? My curiosity grows by tenfold after I hear the other male cursing nonstop, teaching me a few profanities which I never heard in my life. He does have a colourful vocabulary.

she opened the door, and she asked, "any problems, are you not sleeping?" "I want us to watch a film together," the professor said, "I don't want to watch anything In the living room," Becky said, "We can watch the film In your room, and I promise, I will never do anything with you against your wish," the professor said, "Okay, no problems, you can come In," Becky said, The professor entered Into the room, and he was trying to reset the channels, and he turned to the porn station, and he left for a while, and he asked, "did you like watching this?"

A smug grin appeared on my face, and when she followed my gaze, she bit her lower lip gently. “You clearly didn’t read the 15th rule on that document,” she sneered as she stood in front of the television, arms folded on her chest, making her breasts pop out the more she pressed on them. “The 15th rule says: no p**n in my house. You can watch this in your room, not here.” “This is not pornography, Aliya. It’s a great movie. I know you’ve watched it a hundred times; don’t pretend,” I chuckled, and she rolled her eyes. “Please move. Massimo is about to fuck her by the vast window.”

Priya muttered, rolling her eyes. A mischievous look flashed in Lucien’s eyes, “he could try,” he muttered, smiling slyly at us. Brittany lifted up her head, “that would most definitely be a funny thing to watch,” she stated. “He will be crying for help in three minutes,” Priya said, mimicking an action I assume she was trying to portray me. “bulls,” I hissed. Out of respect for Amani, we had also taken swearing off our lips too, even though swearing was almost our entire vocabulary.

Matt says trying to hide the fact his in pain "Uhm okay" the teacher squints her eyes in confusion but she won't interfere cause like they all say 'I don't get paid enough for this' "Okay well you guys can listen to music, go on that tap tik app, and chat with your friends or whatever but do it in silence" She glares at us for the last time and opens her laptop "Ma'am can we watch porn" the jock that shouted Matt's dead quizzes. She stares at him and then rolls her eyes. They start snickering for people who are finishing school next year their maturity levels are shit

“How bad?” “Bad.” Sam gave Mac the x-rays, and Mac held them to the light, squinted, sighed. “You see it?” “Fucking hell. Yeah.” “Don’t say bad words,” Noah reproved him. “Sarah says that swearing is bad.” “Sorry, Noah,” Mac said, giving him his trademark quirky grin. “Wanna wash my mouth out with soap?” “Why would I do that?” Noah asked, clearly perplexed, as he clearly always was when he took things absolutely literally. “I like you, and soap doesn’t taste good.” He then returned his attention to his baseball cards and exited the conversation completely.