Semen

nothing grosser than the

word C-U-M,

okay? This is not a family show, in case you guys are wondering.

Clint

I hate when people think that just because one person who did really bad things, but also speaks out about a certain topic, that they're being targeted.

Then everyone would be targeted.

I believe, in my opinion, that this man, there's so much evidence, not just even in this court case, just so many different interviews, so many different people's words about him over the years.

He has acted inappropriately over and over and over and over in his life.

Not again.

Guys, I just fat, I'm covered in semen right now.

Semen everywhere, self-esteem shot.

I'm ready to end it all.

They're like, keep going, keep going.

Eugene went still with his mouth on her shoulder and his cock softening inside her.

Cum already leaking out around his shaft and down her thigh.

His hands stayed on her hips.

The grip had failed.

hook up if you want to.

Classic bingo, bingo spot, spell cum, C-U-M.

They always do that.

They always think they're so fucking witty when they do that, when they spell cum with like C-U-M instead of the actual spelling.

I'm surprised they

can spell anything, honestly.

I want to pleasure you.

You really wouldn't want to sneak out at 12 or 1? You should just come out.

I came quick, shaking under him, and he kept going until he pulled out and left without a word.

Cum was already starting to leak between my cheeks.

A minute later, the other one came in, different weight when the mattress dipped, different cock when he pushed in, thicker, maybe a little longer.

He flipped me onto my stomach without asking, yanked my hips up, and slammed into me from behind.

I'd never felt more filthy, more used in my life.

My cunt was sore and still twitching.

Cum was dripping down my thighs and onto the carpet.

When I stood up, the other girl looked the same, hair stuck to her face, legs shaky, a soft smile she couldn't hide.

Coming spelled both ways.

C-O-M and C-U-M.

Well, now they're gonna

be sharing a bathroom.

The 19th century nervous body therefore inherited the ancient economy of seed while adding a modern sounding economy of energy.

Semen remained a valuable reproductive substance, but the most feared loss was increasingly said to involve the nervous force required to reproduce and expel it.

Masturbation, frequent intercourse, nocturnal emissions, erotic fantasy, and excessive desire could all be blamed for weakness, poor concentration, anxiety, indigestion, visual disturbance, depression, trembling, headache, spinal irritation, insanity, and physical decline.

The diagnosis of spermatorrhea transformed involuntary or frequent seminal emission into a broad medical problem, often supported by devices, medicines, surgical interventions, moral instruction, and commercial treatments whose claims far exceeded their evidence.

I mean, that would have

been fucking sick if they were like, cum brings people back to life.

Like that rips.

So straight up in the book, the reason that the blood on the floor brings him back to life is when he opens the box, he comes on that floor and then the guy bleeds on his dried cum and he's like, I'm back to life.

Like it is...

it is so cool yeah it's a fun book

Everyone tapped out.

Cum, sweat, and drool everywhere.

The couches and rugs were definitely ruined.

There's no way you could even get all those stains out.