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60 has never looked so good 🔥🤩
📸: Edgar Barradas // @edgartmcc on ig
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imagine being in traffic with james, and he’s got the windows rolled all the way down, the radio on low, and he’s got three fingers buried deep inside you.
he’s almost challenging you to not get caught by the people stuck around you in their own cars..with nothing better to do than possibly look over and see you, eyes rolled back in your head and lips parted in a moan..
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James the type of dad to just walk into your bedroom, fart and then leave
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Why is James adjusting himself before speaking to Montreal making me lose my mind right now.
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1999 James but without the beard and we would’ve achieved world peace
no, the beard was perfect.
just imagine feeling that beard against you while he eats you out 🤗
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i want james to look at me the way he looks at lars.
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if we are thinking about modern 80s!james then he would also see a tiktok about how sex is good for period cramps and send it to you while you’re moody and on your period and you’d just look at him like :/ and he’d be like ;D
forgive me i am actually on my period and do not know how to act KFKSKFKDKDKDKD
he’s like “i know what i must do” being proud of himself for doing his part in helping your pain go away…and it’s just his horny ass desperate to get you both off. he’s definitely already ten times more horny cause it’s the one week you can’t do anything about it, and because he can’t have it, he wants it so much more. it’s only natural.
he’s then sat there sending you cosmo articles and, god forbid, buzzfeed, about how it’s beneficial and you won’t know until you try it. and you’d been pretty horny yourself, but your stubbornness was showing it’s side and you didn’t want to give in.
buut his grinning face, and pointing at his phone then yours to say he’d sent something else, won the silent battle in your head and you didn’t even have to read yet another article to clamber over the sofa to him and straddle his lap.
he’s secretly punching the air in joy, but also pleased that you’re going to let him do this..but he’s read enough articles to be an expert on it at this point.
sigh modern!80s!james…god who let him have a phone and access to the internet
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Tomorrow is James’ birthday and all I can think about is waking him up with birthday head… and also teasing him for finally becoming a senior citizen and having him show you he’s definitely NOT a senior citizen yet. Like, him dicking you down so good you literally can’t walk afterwards. I need help.
it’s his birthday in 53 minutes for me right this second so i’m speed running the horny dear lord
the feeling of cool air being blown on his cock, before a flat tongue drags up the length of it. then the sensation of hot, wetness enveloping the pulsing, dripping tip and sucking on it. the tightness of the heat descending down his dick quickly, then back up again. then..then it’s feeling fuzzy and cooler and…
he wakes up groaning in disappointment, because he was torn away from what he was convinced would be a dirty fucking sex dream. though when he blinks a few times and sees the world around him, he notices the you sized lump beneath the sheets bunched up around his waist, and now he’s groaning for an entirely different reason.
pulling the sheets from over your head, he’s greeted with your messy bed head and a sweet smile…as sweet as you can get with your lips pressing kisses against the leaking head of his cock and your eyes glassy.
“morning baby…and happy birthday!!” you say, cheerily, before quickly taking him into your throat, that you’d clearly warmed yourself up for while he was dreaming, and pulling off him again, just to hear him grunt.
“happy 60th birthday!!!” you repeat, emphasising the number with a couple of pumps of his cock and a squeeze to his heavy balls.
“happy fucking birthday to me..” he groans back to you, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands, before reaching his hands out to you and pulling you up to him so he could give you a kiss.
“y’know, legally, you’re a senior citizen now..” you murmur to him, pulling away from his lips to nibble and peck at his jaw, then smoothing over his moustache with your lips.
“a senior citizen eh? what, are you after my old person discounts?” he jokes with you, stroking his hand at the back of your neck and down your spine, the feel of your skin pressed together so warm and comforting.
“no no that’s not all i’m after,” you grin at him, “i just thought i’d point it out…old man.” you finish, poking his cheek and still grinning down at him.
“old man??? senior citizen?? oh baby, it seems you’ve got the wrong idea..” he’s riled up now, you can tell. the hand stroking down your back moving further to grope at your ass, pushing your hips into grinding against his thigh.
“i’ve not got any idea, oh, i don’t know what you mean?” you respond dazedly, your eyes glassing over at the anticipation and your act slipping.
“sweetheart, just because the law says i’m a senior citizen, doesn’t mean i fuck like one” he tells you, shifting from underneath you.
“oh no, far from it, i’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna forget what that even means..” he’s practically groaning his words now, moving so his body his pinning yours to the bed.
“oh god please james” you plead with him, trying to hitch your legs up his hips, encouraging him to settle between your spread thighs.
“you want it so bad don’t you baby? not even gonna hide it anymore huh?” he asks, tilting his head down at you and grinding his hips against you.
his movement causes your back to arch and your legs to pull him in closer, a yell of “yes” leaving your lips as you beg him with your body.
“alright sweetheart, since you asked so sweetly” he says, before grabbing his cock in hand and pressing into your wanting entrance, groaning at the feel of your pussy sucking him in. you feel so good, it’s like your body is pulling him further into you.
from then on it’s a frantic, fast paced fuck. the pair of you grasping at each others bodies, panting into each other mouths and moaning each others names.
your hands are holding tightly onto his sides, and your heels are digging into his ass, pulling his hips into you harder, with every thrust.
“fuck me, baby, you’re gonna make me cum..” you whine, bucking your hips up into him, getting that pressure on your clit from his pubic bone.
“yeah you gonna soak my cock? ohh fuck i’m gonna cum with you, go on baby do it, cum for me” he grunts into your neck, before grabbing your thighs and pushing them back further, leaving you completely spread open and exposed.
the feeling of him practically pulling you apart and splitting you open has you screaming his name as you reach your high, his hips still pounding into you harshly, the sound of his thighs smacking yours ringing throughout the room.
“holy shit baby, squeezing me so tight, always feel so good when you cum..fuckfuckfuck..” james is rambling now, groaning and humming against your jaw and his hips still for a second, before they rut into you desperately and he grunts through his own orgasm, curses and whispers of your name are heard next to you ear.
as you come down, james stays on top of you, your legs comfortably wrapped around his lower legs and your arms hugging his upper half, stroking from his hair down his shoulder blades. you almost think he’s fallen back to sleep until he perks up, kissing at your neck sensually.
“best way to start my birthday, thank you baby” he smiles at you, stroking your cheek with his thumb as his hand cups your jaw.
“and nothing less for my man on his special day..” you say as you nuzzle against his cheek.
“and point proven…i don’t think i can walk..” you add, flexing your toes and then your ankles, all the way up your legs until you come to the conclusion james would be giving you a hand in walking to the bathroom.
“fucked you senseless have i? fucked you silly have i? fucked you-“ he starts.
“it’s just gonna be a ‘fuck you’ in a minute if you don’t give me hand, i know it’s your birthday but take it as a compliment.” you say, interrupting his little remarks.
“i most certainly will, i’m the most sexually capable 60 year old i know” he announces proudly as he pulls away from you gently and sits at the edge of the bed.
“you know how sexually capable all the 60 year olds around you are?” you ask, brow raised in humour.
he mocks you light heartedly at that and holds his hand out to you.
“okay okay, well we’ll just pee and then it’s back to your birthday celebrations, there’s a lot more where that came from..” you suggest, winking at him, even as you cautiously get to your feet.
james sighs up at you, grinning joyfully.
“happy fucking birthday to me.”
he’s definitely gonna be cracking jokes about senior discounts..i can sense it. but he’s getting hotter to me…he is..i’m prepared for all the james content
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i’m back momentarily to say happy birthday to my man. wish i was giving him mind blowing birthday head rn.
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I'm so weak about Load era James 😩
He was so hot, agressive, toned and hot..
I know y'all are preferring 1991 or 1999 James mostly, but THIS James..
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doggy pos with james tho. That is all
the fact that you did not specify any era really resonates with me…i’ll take them all
no matter what era, he’s hunching himself over your back, crowding you and kissing down your spine while his hips pound into you, whispered curses and praises follow his fluttering lips, “fuck fuck fuuuck” “so good for me, feel s’good”
the main difference would be, that 80s james is rutting into you like he’s in heat, prompting you to grind your hips back against him, the pair of you like animals, desperately chasing your highs, moaning wildly and unashamedly for all to hear
90s james is a little bigger (a whole fucking lot bigger) and he’s bracketing your thighs with his own either side of them, and his hand on the back of your neck is pushing your cheek into your pillow, making the arch of your back more pronounced as he slams into your mercilessly. loud primal grunts come from his lips, as you whine and squeal beneath him, as he practically mounts you and uses his size to pin you underneath him, something that never fails to have his dick throbbing inside your pussy
papa het, current james, white haired, heavily tattooed, lean james, would be sat back on his knees, admiring the dimples at the bottom of your back, the movement of your spine and your ass cheeks pressed against him. his hips maintain a slow, deep grind, making you feel every inch of him pushing in and out of you, his cock hot and heavy as it separates your swollen pussy lips, your moans muffled by your sheets. until he pulls you up, so your back is pressed to his chest, and this way he can hook his chin over your shoulder and watch the way your tits sway with every thrust of his hips, watch the way your eyebrows furrow and your cheeks heat up with the pleasure coursing through your body, sharing between you at the apex of your thighs where you join so hotly.
then maybe current james would push you back down to the mattress, and fucks you hard by pulling your hips back against him, spreading your legs further with his knees and hammering into you with force that punches your breath from your lungs, the contrast in sensations pushing you close to your orgasm.
you make a good point. i agree.
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