Make me dirty

Steven peered into the canteen they'd found and tossed it away in disgust. "As bone dry as my ex-wife's twat."

Twat
 
"Yeah, she had a pretty deadpan delivery," he blandly agreed with Steven, "but they changed tweets to Xes, so your ex-wife's twat has been retconned into an X-twat, an ex-X-twat of sorts."
 
The flyer proclaimed that the brothel was having a two-for-one special the rest of the month, with a parenthetical reminder to ask about their group rates.
 
"I don't care if you call it 'group therapy'," the policeman scowled. "If your clients are paying you to do that, it's still illegal."
 
"Oh, baby," she moaned from atop his lap as he scowled up at her, "You know I like it even more when you think it's a chore!"
 
Looking at the business card laying on the counter, "Chore Magic? What is that?" her best friend asked. Red-faced, she responded "My topless cleaning service..."
 
*Knock Knock* "Hello Madam, we're from the Neighborhood Block Watch and we're taking a survey on whether folks think Mrs. Showey should install blinds on her bedroom window..."
 
Rachel was beloved as the neighborhood whore, and many a young man celebrated his eighteenth birthday in her bed.
 
"Well, I hope you learned a lesson about sexualizing every holiday," she tutted as she rummaged around for a handsaw, "And that trying to fuck a knothole in a tree is not the way Arbor Day should be celebrated!"
 
She really did love being the subject of all the attention naked displaying her voluptuous Curves

Next Word: Curves
 
She loved how he was so forward and just spread her legs and lapped eagerly at those bright pink pussy lips as the pleasure waves started.

Next Word: Waves
 
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