Horny O' Clock
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Multiple chaotic little smut bombs in one place. No plot. No moral lesson. Just unhinged energy and questionable decisions at all hours. Basically a remake of the OG 'Horny O' Clock', the legendary mess that got reported into oblivion last time. Yeah... we're doing this again.🙃
Warning number one
If you're under 18 or clutching your pearls like it's a full time job, just close the book. Do not report it. Literally just dip.
This is a collection of different stories. Some short. Some feral. Some that might make you wonder why you're reading this at 2 AM with crumbs on your chest. I'm not judging. I'm just delivering ✨spice✨.
Warning number two
Seriously. If you don't like it or you're under 18, exit stage left. Don't report. Don't be that person. Just leave.
Expect attitude. Expect spice. Expect characters who make terrible decisions and somehow keep getting away with it. And if 'Horny O' Clock' being taken down taught me anything, it's that y'all can't handle freedom of explicit speech.
Anyway. Enjoy responsibly. Or irresponsibly. Your call.
Warning number three
Final reminder. If you're under 18, uncomfortable, judgy, or report-happy, stop reading right now. Don't report this. Just go.
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