Oilesa: Go in.
Oilesa: Brad has a sharp edge on his thing.
Messiah: It's very hard to do it steady.
Oilesa: I heard those groans from the other room.
Destiny: My favorites are long. Did that hurt, anyways?
Sencere: Oh, yeah.
Oilesa: Anyone want some of these cookies?
Brad: Sure.
Oilesa: He's trying to force himself on you, unless you hand it over.
Oilesa: Sh Zara. Quieter.
Zara: Stop caressing me, Brad.
Sunshine: Ow, ow, ow, uh.
Teacher: Are you guys doing anything but pushing things in and out?
Teacher: Okay, never mind then. Push it in.
*Brad groans under the table*
Teacher: Let him stay under the table.
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Everyday Conversations in a Dirty Classroom
HumorI'm warning you this is mature content. Or rather immature. So if you can't handle it, leave. Let's do this. (Pun Intended.)
