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breelynnxoxoxo · 23 hours
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MAY I OFFER YOU A DRINK? 💋💋💋
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qu1nn14 · 3 months
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Chirp chirp 🐤
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malinastharlock · 29 days
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Also I love pineapple on pizza
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luthienne · 3 months
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Naomi Shihab Nye, from Transfer: Poems
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anatomyofjamesyates · 2 months
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lovethemalephysique · 2 months
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lemonsonsticks · 4 months
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(at this point i didnt know what i was drawing anymore -)
Hello i'm back and thirsting, back here to post all my PTN fanart and disappear into the abyss again
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theghostinyourwalls · 4 months
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24/7
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thisismeracing · 5 months
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thigh riding , dim lit austin pub , cowboy hat , daniel riccardo and mr norris
+18! Minors DNI!!!
so, I think when it comes to danny it would start as a joke. You're straddling him, and talking as if you were at home because the private area only has you two, and you're so thankful there's no rush of people or much noise, except for the country music lightly playing through the speakers. Daniel would joke about you riding him because of your position, and you grinned at him, dragging your core against his blue jeans. He knew you matched his energy, he knew it was always "fuck around and find out daniel!" but still, he wasn't prepared for the way you grabbed his jaw and kissed him, swallowing his grunts and grinding harder against his now harder dick.
"can't do this in here," he mumbled, between kisses, tightening his grip on your waist.
"no, YOU can't do it in here, I sure can and will get off just because you decided to joke about it," you joshed, switching your position and getting one of his thighs between your legs before starting to ride it. "how does that saying go again?"
"safe a horse or something," daniel can't even think straight with the sight of you riding his thigh and smirking, and the second you grab his cowboy hat and puts it on, he swears he can cum just by the mere sight.
safe to say you ruined his blue jeans and your panties that night.
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Now when it comes to Lan I think it would happen when you're celebrating his podium at the VIP area of a country bar you've never heard about, but it's just so fun and everyone is drinking and talking, and carefree, so much one girl decides to hit on your boyfriend and though he politely declines, she keeps talking and grabbing his biceps. Lando looks for you through the drunk crowd and when his eyes find yours he's almost pleading for help, you smirk and make your way to them, politely complimenting her before finding your table and sitting on his lap. It's dark, and its in a private corner, but since she followed you guys with her eyes, she can see the moment you sit on his lap and turn to kiss him, and you make a show out of it. So much, you end up turning your boyfriend on. Lando holds your waist and presses you harder against his thigh, it's not the best position and it's hard to kiss like this because your back is to him, and your neck is turned to him.
"I seriously need to-"
"yeah, me too," your voice is as low as his, and you can feel the vibrations of a groan on your shoulders. "But I'm not having sex in the bathroom of a bar, Lan."
"Not sex, just- you can ride my thigh,"
"And what do you get?"
"I get to see you cum," he grins, biting your earlobe and you giggle. "And maybe a handjob if you want to congratulate me on my podium, you know," he adds, and you don't waste time before getting up and dragging him to the bathroom.
send me thots!
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vivgst · 3 months
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She hates monotony and loves the new challenge she finds in you, so she won't rest until she gets her way, as always.
Part two: https://www.tumblr.com/vivgst/740551163034943488/she-hates-monotony-and-loves-the-new-challenge-she
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Her eyes wandered curiously around the bar and she rolled her eyes. It was more of the same and she was already tired of spending her money on sex she didn't find really good in the first place.
The same women, the same uniforms that were uncomfortable to even look at, the same playful glances that didn't provoke anything and she wanted to leave, but her men were drooling all over the place and she didn't want to be a killjoy, more than she already was.
Men are so easy to satisfy…
Her eyes landed on a table in the back and she saw you, with an icy gaze as you judged everything that was happening around you and she wondered if you worked there, which was a little obvious considering you were collecting used glasses from that table.
But you didn't match the place, you weren't wearing a uniform, you had a black dress that hugged your body and was full of rhinestones that looked excessively expensive and she raised an eyebrow curiously. You weren't the owner, she knew that.
“That dress looks too expensive to wear it in this place.” She spoke in a low voice, you turned to look at her and to her surprise, you kept her gaze, impassively and blankly.
“That way, only men who can pay for me will approach me.” You responded, walking towards the bar to wash the glasses and she followed you, snickering. You were a brat, she liked that.
“You are not a stripper.”
"No".
"Why?"
“I don’t need to do that crap to get customers’ attention.” You said in a monotone voice and narrowed your eyes at her, looking her up and down but that didn't offend her, it amused her, it intrigued her. “As you can see.” You added in a mutter.
“Ah, cabrón…” She raised her eyebrows and let out a chuckle, shaking her head. “Me salió mamona la gringa”.
“No soy gringa.”
“Pareces.”
"But I’m not. And you’re wasting my time, if you’re not going to pay for me then you can leave.” You were bratty, pedantic and she liked that, it would be more fun to watch you beg and she would do it, she promised herself.
Maybe it wasn’t going to be easy, but she was used to it, working hard was something she had to do on a daily basis.
“I bought you the moment I saw you, chula.”
You weren't in the mood to do this, but it was never something you could decide for yourself, so you guided her towards the back of the club, to the largest room, because although you had never spoken to her you knew she was El Sin Nombre, and that she always spent too much money.
Valeria looked all over the room, it suited you, it didn't match the rest of the place either, it was very luxurious.
Her gaze returned to you and she gave you a look up and down, the mocking tinge in her eyes was obvious but that didn't faze you, accepting humiliation was part of the job and no one was important enough to offend you anyway.
“You look frigid, even though you are beautiful.”
"I am". You muttered nonchalantly. She hummed thoughtfully and sat on the couch, pouring herself a glass of whiskey. Valeria was smart, she knew you wouldn't do anything beyond serving her sexually, however she was curious about you, which was quite noticeable and made you want to roll your eyes.
“A pretty face is not enough to sell as much as you claim.”
“Yet here you are.” She gave you a warning look that you almost missed, because you weren't interested in being afraid of her, despite everything that was said about her. "Men like to know that I'm hating what they're doing to me and that I can't do anything about it, it makes them feel power, power that they don't possess outside of this room."
You had a point, and it made sense, which made Valeria feel sick.
She wanted to mold you, take away that mask of coldness, she didn't want you to hate her hands, she wanted to make you addicted to them. However, she knew she should be patient with you, and she didn't care.
Since she had gained power, no one had refuted anything and although at first that filled her ego, it had become boring and she had found a new challenge in you.
"And what do you know to do?" She asked, you knelt in front of her, reaching her pants, which took her by surprise, but she grinned and leaned back on the couch.
“I'm good with my tongue.” You said nonchalantly as you nimbly got rid of her pants and underwear. She gently grabbed your chin and pulled your face up so you were looking into her eyes, which made you feel vulnerable for a moment.
“Then show me.” Valeria murmured, drinking from her glass but not taking her eyes off you.
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breelynnxoxoxo · 1 day
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DON’T DRINK ALONE ON THIRSTDAY! 🍷🍷🍷
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jessreilly19-111 · 27 days
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Posting a blow job video tonight on OF 👀😈
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geminijade · 8 days
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I mean this with complete love and affection: Whore 🥵🔥
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srednod · 8 months
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William Turner Dannat (1853–1929) Study for "An Aragonese Smuggler" 1881
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imurdock · 2 months
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lovethemalephysique · 3 months
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