In which . . . just . . . why is Clippy so erotic? And why are we aroused?

In which we return from Covid to anger the lord and read...strange pr0n.

In which the palette cleanser book starts off weird as shit.

In which DEAR GOD HOW DOES IT KEEP GETTING WORSE?

In which boy-bonding happens and the bitchwife emerges.

In which nipples are slipped and someone says "I love you."

In which working women learn to get on their knees when their boss is angry.

In which MaKayla flashes her *thing* at Matt.

In which bacon grease and naked bodies don't mix.

In which his rooster seduces my body, but his words seduce my heart.

In which we are all okay with sexual misconduct now!

In which absolutely, positively no sex happens whatsoever.

(Legal) Affairs of the Heart

In which protofeathers are ruffled, dongs drag the ground, and the Fuckceratops makes a return.

In which a victorian twink writes horny poetry for thicc dinosaurs.

In which a little lord lusts for large lizard legs.

In which dinosaurs have armless sex and two lawyers despair.

In which we return from a brief hiatus to some proper dino-rotica.

In which sexy dino summer begins.

In which Mckayla's face gets covered in something hot, wet, and sticky.