Curfew

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Aiden sighed as his backpack slammed against the floor. The dozens of skinny and nearly dead stray dogs he housed ran away from the source of noise. Aiden growled to assert dominance because today was a shitty day for him.

When Aiden was on his way to school he got ran over by a Floridian trucker. The trucker cussed him out and spit on him, telling him to kill himself. Not only that, but a black girl called him racist for having corn rows.

Aiden coughed from the thousands of viruses kept in his room in the dust that settled on every surface, including his set of monster dildos and vibrators.

Aiden never needed to use them, as his broom stick handle was enough to satisfy his needs and even add the pain of splinters up his juicy ass.

Aiden's mother, Short Short wasn't here as she was selling her body for hardcore pure addicting drugs and five and a half-inch penises. Her downfall came when her husband and Aiden cocker's father, Grinch Cocker divorced her after finding out she was pumping her cock and lying about the size.

Short Short was only 9 inches instead of 13 inches. Grinch cocker couldn't handle that, so they separated.

Aiden teared up at the reminder of his mother's backstory. He didn't remember his father much, only that the man had a juicy ass like Aiden and was tall and mysterious. Aiden didn't care though, because he was the main character and that didn't matter.

Aiden whipped out his long, black, and hard Chromebook and got to work on his project for anime fashion.

Lolita, futa, waifu, tsundere, yandere, and danders.

Aiden worked hard on his project for hours until he was sweating and panting. The project glistened in the flickering kitchen light. As Aiden looked over his work, he busted.

 As Aiden looked over his work, he busted

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"Augggghhh," Aiden moaned in ecstasy. His breath caught in his throat and he threw his head back, seeing stars in the corner of his eyes which started to tear up. He sniffled as boogers almost leaked out his red and long nose.

The door banged open and drunken singing filled the once moan filled air. Aiden's pleasure was stopped short and he whipped his head towards the walkway. A mess of dark brown hair came into view.

The figure hopper around with a heeled foot whilst trying to take the other heel off. She cursed in frustration, cutting her singing off.

Aiden took a deep breath in and stood up, hurriedly walking away.

A reminiscing bang echoed throughout the bust-down house. "You bitch! Come over here!" A shrieking voice sounded. Aiden ran back to her.

"You, you, motherfucking slut ass monkey. You moocher!" Short screamed in Aiden's face. Spit landing on his cheeks and he licked it clean. Her saliva tasted of alcohol and five and a half inch penises.

Aiden's mother started stumbling towards the stained couch. Barely avoiding hitting her head on the back. Her red dress rode up showing blue bruises. Aiden gagged, he should be the only one getting game.

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