“billy loomis is straight “billy loomis had a girlfriend he can’t be gay” WHERE DOES THIS RADIATE STRAIGHT TO YOU
especially the second picture , this mf just had sex with his girlfriend and is sitting as far away as he can from her HE IS SO NOT INTO HER.
like i see this and i think .. hmmm yeah that’s a (homo)phobe cause i know this idiot wouldn’t admit that he’s gay to anyone ever
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pls pls pls i need smth else for cowboy remus im going insane
oh my god of course, he’s soooo fine. AND HIS DICK IS LITERALLY SO BIG I JUST KNOW IT
warnings: throatfucking, one use of “daddy”, a tad bit of degrading
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he bends over to grab another nail, hammering into the broken barn’s door. his jeans spread thin around his ass at the movement, revealing every curve and crevice his body has to offer. you suck a sharp breath inwards, thighs feeling warm.
“you almost done?” you ask, leaning against the wall as you wait.
“soon, darlin’” he says, words thick with his southern drawl. it drives you nuts.
you step forward, deciding to take matters into your own hands. “need you, remus,” you say, leaning your body closer, tits brushing his back.
he stiffens.
“watching you is making me so horny.” you lean close still, pussy grinding against his leg.
“need to finish this, baby,” he says, but you can feel the resolve melting out of him as you rub your soaked panties against his jeans.
“please, daddy?” you press your lips under his ear, nibbling on his earlobe.
you know the response before he says it. “fine.”
a grin spreads across your face, fingers immediately reaching to undo your shirt and toss it carelessly to the ground, exposed tits bouncing freely.
“but,” he puts up one finger, stopping you from stripping further. “i do have to finish. you can suck me off ‘til i’m done.”
you nod obediently, sinking to your knees in front of him. your hands fumble with his belt, dark jeans falling to the floor. you pull down his boxers and his cock springs free, giant and hard. he’s the biggest you’ve ever seen, bigger than what you’ve seen on your phone. your walls squeeze deliciously at the sight of him.
you delicately push him into your mouth, fingers moving south to cup his balls. above your head, he continues with the barn door.
saliva drips down your chin and onto your throat as you try to recuperate with his enormous size in your mouth. you wrap a hand around him, rubbing up and down his length.
a soft groan escapes his lips.
you gently tug on his balls and are rewarded with a small twitch of his cock. taking this as encouragement, you swirl your tongue around his tip, sliding your lips up and down his shaft.
you feel the moment he gives up on the door, hammer dropping to the floor. he grabs a handful of your hair and thrusts into you, tip slamming into the back of your throat. desperation leaks down your legs as spit leaks out your mouth.
“so fucking tight,” he groans, words slurred and needy. “slutty little throat taking me so good.”
you whimper at the growl in his words. tears slide down your cheeks as he fucks your throat harder, air unattainable and unimportant.
his cock jerks once, twice, and releases, hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat. he pulls out of you with a pant, dick spreading remnants of his cum in your face.
he leans down, finger wiping the creamy liquid off the corner of your lip. “did so good, baby.”
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His ass is not watching the movie!!!
The artwork on the fridge was drawn by Gob(and Tony drew Gob in the big drawing).
Close ups of picture frames, etc below:
The Bluths definitely would have, like, very few photos from the siblings’ childhoods, other than Buster, and the photos they did have be would, like, not be easy to find since it’s not like the parents would really care about keeping track of most of them(again, other than Buster’s photos) so Gob’s contribution to the house is, like, mainly from one of the family’s photo shoots and a couple photos from his childhood that he happened to be in frame for.
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