Thirsty Tongue Thursday 👅

i love.

my wife can stab me a little bit i dont care

personally if i were an artist and teenage girls happened to gravitate towards my art i would consider that the highest fucking honour imaginable

“HE GOT LIFE!”

“How ‘bout old Foggy? He get life?”

“Foggy… he was the kindest, purest soul I ever met”

“And guys like you and me, we can work a lifetime and never measure up to his decency”

he has the looks of a depressed english professor and the soul of a whore.

The urge to make out with a pussy is strong today 🫠 I just wanna kiss and bite down someone’s thighs. Feel someone run their fingers through my hair as I greet their lips with a kiss. Hearing them get louder as I use my fingers to spread what’s mine. Inching my face even closer and stretching my tongue out, reaching as far as it can go. Feeling their grip tighten on the back of my head, them grinding into my tongue letting out just the sweetest moans. More and more till they can’t hold back any longer and finish all over my tongue.

its so easy to pander to me in fiction media. show me a guy that for some reason doesnt feel himself to be as human as most others are and i will sit with him for hours