The way your hair comes down and makes you look older
In the low light, I'd do anything for you
Cockwarming Simon while putting on his eye black... sigh...
"Stop yer' squirming ya little squirrel." His deep baritone rings out and you only answer with a soft, high whine as the fat of your thighs squishes down against his muscular ones further as he smacks the plush of your ass, causing you to wiggle further.
"C-Can't help it, Si, yer' so big." The soft pout on your lips, the way your bottom lip protrudes out so slightly as you huff is just so cute to him. He cups his hand against the back of your head, bringing you close to kiss your nose, and then your lips.
"C'mon then, brat, you wanted to help..." he ushers you on, showing you the thick black tarry product that he places around his eyes beneath his mask... your fingers delicately dipping in and placing a streak across the bridge of his nose as his girthy cock pulses inside of your warm walls.
Your silken walls fluttering around him as you gently place and spread the product around his eyes, his blonde lashes in stark contrast to the blackness you color around those sweet, deep eyes... and just as your admiring him his eyes shoot open and you cannot help the blush on your cheeks, causing you to clamp down on him inadvertently, causing him to groan and grip your hips.
"Lovie, ya' keep squeezing me like that and m'gonna be late..." he growls out.
"Sorry, Si, ya spooked me." You mumbled as you finished his eye black, but he didn't have you get off of him immediately, his hands poised on your hips as he squeezes and releases your hips, little jolts of pleasure shooting through you as his hips can't up ever so gently.
"Guess the Captain won't mind if I'm a minute late, eh?" He smirks as he flips you around on the bed, his cock still embedded inside of your cunt as he starts fucking you properly.
Picking at the flowers in her backyard, she softly hums with herself. Behind her there’s him, hiding in her shadow. This has been going on for years. And she refuses to acknowledge him.
Does she even know that he is there?
I can’t tell you, not now at least.
She plucks as many petals off her roses as possible. Her intention was to use them for an important spell: a love spell.
She had freed her long brownish wavy hair off the braid she had done the prior night, on the full moon. In fact, this morning, she woke up determined; she stretched her body as usual, ate her breakfast, read her grimoire while petting her sweet cat’s head and searching for the right spell of the day. Putting on a soft pinkish dress might I say: in a very mischievous way, she got out on her garden. And began plotting her plan.
He was intently watching her every move. He was waiting for her to finally notice him, not knowing that she was very much aware of his presence and his intentions towards her and for that, she was precisely doing a spell to make him vulnerable to her. He was entirely oblivious to what was going to happen. Poor Ares… he was going to fall right in her trap…
Getting all the ingredients, she stays in front of the mirror and starts enchanting…
She turns her head to the side and stares at a corner of the room. “Ares.” she lightly whispers.
He hears his name coming out of her mouth and unknowingly comes out of his hiding spot. “Angel…” he mutters in response.
She sweetly smiles at him and softly says “I missed you, Ares.”
His eyes widened and he sighs “I missed you, my Queen.”
She slowly gets up from her chair and goes near to his chest. She wraps her arms around his neck and sweetly looks at him directly in his eyes.
He looks down at her and hesitantly raises his hands to her hips. And softly sighs.
He was as enchanted as she was with him.
Fairly enough, this is what happens between a sweet witch and a God when they’re in love.
I’m currently living in a European country. In a place where our parliament isn’t any better than the American one.
Italy is so far away from the US and we don’t realise it.
Italians worry more about Trump winning the elections instead of actually using those dry freaking balls to fight against Italian injustice towards women, immigrants or going against the freaking antique and useless rules that dictate us what to do and what to do in the XXI century. The Italian population submits to the disgusting scholastic system and the professional one at that too. Economy is degenerated to a certain extent that I don’t know how to describe it.
Italians never vote, and the few that actually do, they vote for the wrong ones who have promised to these people lying to them, while looking at their eyes.
And then they start complaining about it. Knowing that they fucked up. And start blaming immigrants and honest faithful people who are way better than these scums.
How can a population be so stupid and dumb?
They are ignorant people. They don’t know anything.
And still, with this recurring issue, they criticise the politics of another state which is far FAR away from them, without having a single care in the world about fighting for themselves against their OWN country.
Yes. Trump won the elections.
And so what?
Do you Italian human, think that you are going to be affected by this choice?
How could you ever think that you can fix something that doesn’t even belong to you?
Italy. Mind your own fucking business. Stop being racist and medieval.
And start treating your own immigrants as HIMAN BEINGS and after that you are allowed to criticize American Politics and population.
Because you are hypocrites. Pathetic beings. With antique and pretty humiliating mentality. Really conservative.
You cannot judge anyone if you still commit sins. You, catholic population who are so devoted to their churches, please start opening your perspectives to something different from your own personal life and dedicate yourselves more to what’s happening in your country.
Stop fucking talking about other countries. Mind your own business.
THE LOVE WITCH
2016, dir. Anna Biller
Excuse le rouge.
Red.
All I see is red.
There’s blood everywhere. I should be terrified, but I’m not. It’s not strange to me. This blood means so much to me. It shows how much he cares for me.
They envied me. Provoked me.
I warned them, nicely. They didn’t listen to me. And I smirked.
He loves me. I love him.
That blood shows his devotion to me. And that, arouses me. Excites me.
I don’t want flowers. Neither chocolates.
He gives me what I need.
Protection, devotion, obsession, possession and his body with his heart.
He knows me so well.
I want to give him children. He knows. He grins and pounds harder, deeper.
Now that we’ve come this far, I don’t know how to explain to you the connection we have. The truth is, he makes love to me. Our bodies are united. He knows my body so well. He gives me what I need.
Oh my devoted man. My dream man.
Touch me. Look at me, I’m dripping, creaming, making a mess.
Je t’aime et je te déteste.
With love, your woman K.
The tea is super super hot
What did she tell you sharl?
Meme king😂🤣
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part three | mexico
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bonus - an our deal christmas
plot: lando norris x williams drivers!reader against the world (idiots in love) - 2024 F1 Season part one | dts
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part two | bahrain
part three | australia
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part five | miami
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part eight | summer break
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