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untouchvbles · 11 days

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Ferrari 360 Modena

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carsthatnevermadeitetc · 2 years

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Ferrari 360 Barchetta, 2000. Serial number 120020 was a one-off commissioned by Gianni Agnelli as a wedding present for the then Fiat chairman and president of Ferrari, Luca Cordero di Montezemolo. It was based on a Ferrari 360 Spider with the soft top system and roll bars removed, a different engine cover fitted and a visor in place of the windshield

#Ferrari #Ferrari 360 Spider #Ferrari 360 Barchetta #speedster #open roof #one-off #Gianni Agnelli #wedding present #2000 #Barchetta #2-seater

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wheelsgoroundincircles · 1 year

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Ferrari 360 Spider

Ferrari 360 Spider, a car that is stunningly close to being considered a classic.

#Ferrari 360 Spider #car #cars #sports cars #ferrari

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g4zdtechtv · 1 year

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FULL EPISODE: The Man Show S1E1

You’re Dam Right.

#The Pile #TV #G4 #The Man Show #Barbed Wire Biscuit #TOYOTA #Mountain Dew #Xbox 360 #L.A. Rush #The Legend of Zorro #LG #Dentyne #NHL #Domino #The Suffering: Ties That Bind #Ultimate Spider-Man (game)#Honda #Mortal Kombat: Shaolin Monks

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kirstielol · 2 years

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My bfs been talking about wanting to get an Xbox series x.. which I mean.. it's maybe not the smartest thing to do financially because we do already have a ps5.. but.. I'm also very tempted by this idea sooo I'm not exactly talking him out of it 👀

#the game pass subscription sounds really cool though it's like $12 a month and you get access to 100s of games #like even brand new games are released on game pass the day they come out.. and new games are $90 each #so tbh it really does sound like a nice thing to get but that initial cost of buying a brand new console is a bit 😬#i haven't had an xbox since the xbox 360 #also my bf tells me theres a new game called grounded or something and he says theres bugs and spiders in it so 👀 thats on the game pass #he knows what to say to convince me lmao

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simulite · 2 months

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Ferrari 360 Modena Spider

#360 #roadster #spyder #spider #car

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oldmemoria · 6 months

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watching spider videos to make my Spider-Man OCs powers are as realistic as possible so real why am I doing this

#Jumping spider ily but whaz the fuck #Wdym you habe 360 vision and actively hunt your prey #That’s fucked up dude #At least you sleep and can probably dream ig??#Feline-like hunting pounce is cool too #Also if he’s poked he’d probably fucking explode but that’s fune #He’s smart so he won’t explode probably hopefully please don’t explode #spiderman oc #spidersona #jumping spider #oc

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bonkasaurus · 8 months

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Ferrari 360 Modena Spider

#360 #roadster #spyder #spider #car

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nerdwelt · 9 months

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'Alan Wake 2' verzögert, um Kollision mit anderen Spielen zu vermeiden.

Alan Wake 2 erscheint später als geplant Remedy Entertainment und Epic Games Publishing haben bekannt gegeben, dass Alan Wake 2 nicht wie ursprünglich geplant am 17. Oktober erscheinen wird, da man versucht, einer überfüllten Veröffentlichungswoche aus dem Weg zu gehen. “Oktober ist ein fantastischer Monat für Spieleveröffentlichungen und wir hoffen, dass diese Verschiebung allen mehr Platz…

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#Alan Wake #Epic Games #Frictional Games #Hot Wheels #Marvel’s Spider-Man #PlayStation 5 #Remedy Entertainment #Spider-Man 2 #Twitter #Xbox 360 #Xbox Series

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soulsonic2010 · 9 months

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Played The Amazing Spider-Man 2 Game, i gotta say its suprisingly amazing. I love it alot. Sure the story may be at times bad, graphics lackluster and a bunch of other stuff, but the gameplay itself is fantasic. played it on xbox one and its a solid port. 8/10

#the amazing spider man #the amazing spider man 2 #marvel #marvel games #spiderman #comics #games #xbox one #xbox 360

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untouchvbles · 1 month

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Ferrari F40

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wyvernest · 7 months

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bright red lust

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!trophy wife! reader

warnings: smut, car limo sex, misogynistic undertones (reader feels good about being a trophy wife), pda, teasing, dryhumping, unprotected sex, creampie, cowgirl

summary: you attend a gala with miguel and tease him until he finally gets you to himself in his limo

translation: "que rico" = 'how nice'

Any woman’s dream is to be his wife. For his rank, his money, his reputation, his everything. And it feels so good to know that he's so desired.

Because you’re at his side, not them. It’s you whom he spends his money on. It’s you whom he buys all the exquisite dresses and gowns for, all the best things you could ever want or need. It’s you whom he makes love to after a tiring day. Or after you wake up. Or anytime, for that matter.

You’re irreplaceable, but at the same time at his disposal. You don’t see it as a price paid but rather as a bonus. You’ve never been pampered so good before, loved so good, fucked so good.

So that’s why, whenever he has a new gala or special event to attend, you let him pick your dress out of all the various selections you spend so much time on finding.

“Too long.” he dismisses, vision darting from your mauve-satin covered legs to your face. He’s manspreading on the king size bed of your presidential hotel room, hair dishevelled and half lidded eyes sleepy, relaxed.

“You’re so picky today. I only got a few more!” You giggle with a faux offended expression. Behind the façade of worry that he won’t be satisfied with any of the looks, you secretly love these little fashion runaway sessions, feeling like his own personal top model, trying out different outfits for him. If you weren’t in a hurry, you wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to sit on his lap and accidentally grind your ass on his crotch when you got up as part of the little show.

“Mm.” He hums, seemingly unaffected by your playful frustration. He knows you love it when he acts so pretentious and superior, but he loves you, and he loves the enthusiasm with which you show him everything. “Next, bebita. This one’s sombre.”

After a few minutes and struggles, you manage to pull on the pièce de résistance; a bright, blood-red skin tight satin dress. Miguel’s eyes widen at the sight of you, brows raised in silent approval and admiration. The length isn’t a problem this time, your beautiful legs and thighs peeking out with every step through the long slit on the right. The fabric is wrapped so deliciously around your breasts, slightly pushing them up together, plump and tantalising.

"Maybe this one's a bit too much? I-"

"Do a 360." His eyes lit up, attentive and pleased. You twirl, making sure to slightly stick your ass out, checking yourself out in a full body mirror nearby.

"Me gusta." He gets up from the bed, gripping your waist to place a needy kiss on your cheek, before placing his lips on your own. You take his face in your hands, melting into his embrace. “This is the one.” His deep, low whisper sends shivers up your spine, your brain short circuiting. Who are you to say no to him? To those pretty, dark brown, red-tinted eyes?

"I'm gonna go get ready now. Thank you, papi." You turn around, yelping as he doesn't miss the opportunity to smack your ass as you do, smirking to himself.

When you finally arrive at the gala, you get out of your limo and start flaunting your exquisite dress, proud and flashing. You feel Miguel instantly cling to you, a secure, strong hand on your waist, its touch fervent and possessive.

He doesn’t fail to notice all the other spiders gawk at you, turning their heads too sharply just to catch a glimpse of his beautiful wife. All the lingering looks, the whispered words of admiration, all for you. The hand on the dip of your waist tenses, both in immeasurable pride and a hint of stinging jealousy. But it felt amazing.

All the comments, the remarks.

“Can’t believe he pulled such a pretty thing.”

“Imagine coming home at the end of the day to her.”

“Maybe being the leader of Spider-Society has its perks.”

They thought he wouldn’t ever hear them, but his enhanced senses have little to no limits. He feels his pants slightly tighten at the thought that so many other men want you. And yet, it’s his cock that you beg for, late at night.

And you’re aware of this weakness of his. You know that showing everyone that you’re his gets him hard in no time. And as the brat you are, you can’t help it. Especially not when all eyes are on you two. Not when the paparazzi’s come in.

You run a cursory hand from his chest to his abdomen, arching your back, pretty figure on display for the pictures. Bolder. Your hand finds his cheek, his jaw, your eyes never leaving him. You enjoy feeling like an accessory, something that accentuates him, his masculinity. Something that belongs to him.

No other man has ever made you feel this way.

You gesture to him to lean down, your heels still not enough for you to be able to reach his face without his aid. He does, and you place a tantalising peck on his cheek, light enough so that your bright lipstick doesn’t transfer.

Feeling him stiffen, unsure of your teasing, you decide to risk it and lean your face down to the crook of his neck.

Hundreds of photographs flash as you kiss his neck, your soft lips lingering just a second too late, only for a red print to remain plastered on his skin, for everyone to see.

He turns to you with an expression worth a thousand words. You know that face all too well.

As soon as you get back in the limo following the after-party, you wave good-bye to all your acquaintances and friends. The driver takes a turn and exits the flash-lit area.

Turning to look at Miguel, any conversation or small talk on the event you just attended gets smushed into a heated kiss you both longed for, his hands on your hips, pulling you into him on the back seat, your arms thrown over his shoulders.

When he grabs your thigh, you waste no time in lifting your leg over his waist, straddling him without breaking away from the kiss.

His warm hands slide underneath the red satin, grabbing at the globes of your ass greedily. You start grinding on him, your damp panties rubbing onto his erection in his pants.

Your breasts nearly pop out of your dress during the hazy make out session, and he parts from your lips to start kissing down your neck, stealing a glance down at them. Throwing your head back, your body turns into putty in his strong arms. He licks and kisses at the delicate skin of the tops of your tits, slowly and reflexively grinding up into your heat.

You moan his name, your breathing getting heavy.

He knows that having you in risky places only makes you even wetter for him, and he can't get enough.

"Ah! Oh- Miguel!" You whimper as a heavy hand smacks your ass, making you jerk forward into him, your tender body smushed against him so perfectly.

"Here? Are you sur-"

"Here, yes." Hot, shallow breaths fan your neck as he speaks in between kisses and gentle bites. "Can't wait any longer."

Your hands fumble with his belt and he quickly rips your panties at the seam, making a hole over your slit. Panting and rushing, you pull his hard, meaty cock out and align it with your dripping cunt. You feel him slip into you, nice and slow, filling you up with the familiar euphoria you have craved so ardently for the whole night.

He groans as he enters you, wet, warm and tight. Just when you were getting adjusted to his size, the limo goes over a speed bump and his cock thrusts up into you with the turbulence, its bulbous tip kissing your cervix.

You feel him deep in your guts, and as you begin riding him, he starts to buck his hips up into you, making you see stars.

"Que rico", he pants out, whispered, "having a pretty thing like you all over me." He

Keeping the thrusts quick and shallow, so as not to make your shenanigans too obvious, you bounce yourself on his cock; at first for his pleasure alone. Seeing him drowned in ecstasy will eventually being you your own pleasure as well.

All until he brings a hand to your swollen clit, rubbing furiously, throwing you over the edge in mere seconds. You come all over his dick, eyes rolling back, his name falling off you tongue in a strangled moan, sweet music to his ears.

He feels your pussy pulsate oh so deliciously around his cock, and it doesn't take him much longer to also release his load in your velvet walls, painting your insides white, claiming you as his.

As soon as he comes down, catching his breath, he smothers you with another fierce kiss, groaning into your mouth as you stir with his still sensitive cock inside you.

"We should do this again sometime, Mr. O'Hara." You tease, your lips straying away to nibble at his pulse point.

"Oh, we will, bebita."