goin to laundromat
Joel Miller…
hurtin'
appeasin’ the boss
goin' to laundromat
skippin' the stairs
tryin’
HE LOOKS SO CONCERNED
wake up, peepaw
i wanna lick the grime, and sweat, and dirt, and blood off of every inch of his body and i’m unafraid to say it.
im sobbing
Perhaps someday, in another life, they'll finally get the ending they deserve.
"You look beautiful today Johnny, as always."
tag team? put me into every position possible? break my back? bruise my hips? spit in my mouth? growl at me? pull my hair? call me a whore? squeeze my throat? queens? please?
i’m so sorry..
“Hey! How are you”
Sick. And tired. Actually ill and sleepy.
Also fucking horny I’m ovulating and have no energy to do anything so I cry
In honor for his birthday PEDRO PASCAL photographed for 'GLADIATOR II'
call me a good girl and my brain will short circuit
I love men who moan, men who whimper unashamedly in your ear. Men who sob, men who cry, men who bite your neck, your shoulder because you feel so good they can't help but drool a little, men who beg "Please baby, you feel so good", their pretty eyes crystallize, men who like to overstimulate themselves by continuing to come in and out of you, with broken grunts and a scratchy throat.
WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT HOW FUNNY THIS IS ???????
Maybe if I made a grown man arch his back off the bed and groan my name, I’d calm down.