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hardly looked up when Lovino led Antonio upstairs. Antonio looked around Lovino’s room, smiling. “Wow, I didn’t think that your brother and Ludwig would be friends! Pretty strange, the two of them. So, anyways, the homework, I don’t—“ “I want you to fuck me.” The grin remained on Antonio’s face, if a little dumbly. “What?” Lovino ripped off his shirt, ignoring the blush he felt appearing on his cheeks. “You heard me. I don’t have all day. I don’t know how long it’ll be until Grandpa gets back.”

“Need you to come baby. Not going to last, you feel too damn good and it’s been way fucking too long.” Two more thrusts and her pussy contracts and pulses around my cock clamping down so damn hard it sucks every drop of come from my balls. It sprays from my shaft deep into her body so violently it’s straddling the line of pain and pleasure. I roar in my release and sink to the floor taking Alessandra with me. Recovery is slow. My body spent. “Alessandra, look at me baby,” The water cascades down

cervix, she stared down at the light shiny wood grain of the desktop and dug her fingernails into her palms to stop the explosion building inside her. Struggling to hold back, his threats to fuck her tiny little backhole once again made her nervous that no matter what she did he was going to do exactly that. “Fuck! Michael..please!!” Jerking back and forth

“Fuck the police coming straight from the underground, a young nigga got it bad cause I'm brown, and not the other color so police think, they have the authority to kill a minority” (Ice Cube, 1988). N.W.A often considered the most dangerous group to set foot in the music industry, however their music is often not recognized for what it really is, reality rap. Most people consider N.W.A music to be “hood music” or “gangster rap” and often get away from the reality that’s embedded in N.W.A’s lyrics

him fighting for release, he paced the room. Sweeping aside his coat’s lapel he holstered his weapon and inhaled through the burn in his gut. When the roar inside him subsided to a dull pounding, he dropped into a two-seater. “I’ll not apologize.” Fuck! He sounded like wannabe Freddie. The drumming of nails stopped. “I was not aware I had requested one.” Andreas chanced a glance at his master. Bossman waved a hand in dismissal. “I am under no illusions where it concerns the seed of my loins. If,

blinks once , twice , thrice to clear the tears . SHIT LUCK , that’s what he would call this . the shittiest luck in the fucking galaxy . his body aches and ... he can’t move ? elias casts his gaze down and ---- fuck . he’s tied to ... peter ? fuck . looks like his armor and weapons had been stripped , too . shittiest day in the fucking galaxy . he nudges backwards in an attempt to stir the unmoving figure , ignoring the strain in his body . “ peter -----peter ,

party as me. Oh shit. I skipped something. Damn it. This whole robot bit. I made a big deal, then I like totally forgot. Fuck, this is bad narrating. Like my dad telling a joke. "Oh, wait back up. I forgot to tell you the cowboy rode a blue horse." Fuck. Anyway, I don't know if you want to see it now, but here's the fucking robot stuff for your viewing pleasure. Can I say "fuck" more?’ (Kiss Kiss Bang

Can you feel that? Ah, shit Oh, ah, ah, ah, ah Oh, ah, ah, ah, ah oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Broken your servant I kneel (Will you give in to me?) It seems what's left of my human side Is slowly changing in me (Will you give in to me?) Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes Violently it changes (oh no) There is no turning back now You've woken up the demon in me Get up, come on get down with the sickness Get up, come on get down with the sickness

When he told me that, I felt morally objected to reject his offer. Craig has looks on his side, though. (To Craig) But what do I get out of helping you? I remember texting him that and feeling devious. (From Craig) I don't know man, what the fuck do you

DANGCREASE What the fuck was that? Who the...Who are you talking to? BIG GLEN HAHA! You’ll see. You’re bout to get it! DJ DANGCREASE Whatever, man. Kevin, James, shut these muthafuckas up! The BLART BOYS walk toward the two wounded drug dealers and pull out their vintage nightsticks. Just as they are about to strike, a black van with white lettering on the side that reads “Foundation for a more accepting criminal underworld”, screeches around the corner. PETER (Whispering) Who the fuck is that? DAVEN