howtouseyourwoman:
“ disciplinemaster:
“ tiedtwats:
“ ihateallofyoubloggers:
“ yowza!
”
They look their cutest as their air runs out… try it with your cock deep in her pussy. Her pussy will clamp around your cock and pulse violently. What a cum! At...

howtouseyourwoman:

disciplinemaster:

tiedtwats:

ihateallofyoubloggers:

yowza!

They look their cutest as their air runs out… try it with your cock deep in her pussy. Her pussy will clamp around your cock and pulse violently. What a cum! At least for  me…

Oh yes, so true

The struggle is what excites me the most.

sotightandshiny:
“ littlepainslut:
“ learnyourplace:
“ You’re fighting? That’s cute. Keep it up. Who knows, you might win…. hahaha.
But hitting me when you’re fighting? That’s gonna cost you dearly. I don’t care that I barely noticed it, you never...

sotightandshiny:

littlepainslut:

learnyourplace:

You’re fighting? That’s cute. Keep it up. Who knows, you might win…. hahaha.

But hitting me when you’re fighting? That’s gonna cost you dearly. I don’t care that I barely noticed it, you never lash out at your new God.

Sometimes I fight because I want you to take me harder.

Who doesn’t love a good fuck-brawl? You wouldn’t put up much of a fight I suppose, but it’d be adorable to see you struggle futilely, like this. 

saythankyoumaster:
“ How to make sure she doesn’t forget to do her oral report on time next time.
”
“You can’t stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.”
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye saythankyoumaster:
“ How to make sure she doesn’t forget to do her oral report on time next time.
”
“You can’t stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.”
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye saythankyoumaster:
“ How to make sure she doesn’t forget to do her oral report on time next time.
”
“You can’t stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.”
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye saythankyoumaster:
“ How to make sure she doesn’t forget to do her oral report on time next time.
”
“You can’t stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.”
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye saythankyoumaster:
“ How to make sure she doesn’t forget to do her oral report on time next time.
”
“You can’t stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.”
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye saythankyoumaster:
“ How to make sure she doesn’t forget to do her oral report on time next time.
”
“You can’t stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.”
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye saythankyoumaster:
“ How to make sure she doesn’t forget to do her oral report on time next time.
”
“You can’t stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.”
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye saythankyoumaster:
“ How to make sure she doesn’t forget to do her oral report on time next time.
”
“You can’t stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.”
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye saythankyoumaster:
“ How to make sure she doesn’t forget to do her oral report on time next time.
”
“You can’t stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.”
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye saythankyoumaster:
“ How to make sure she doesn’t forget to do her oral report on time next time.
”
“You can’t stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.”
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

saythankyoumaster:

How to make sure she doesn’t forget to do her oral report on time next time.

“You can’t stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.”

— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

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uselessgirlrage:
“ I recall certain moments, let us call them icebergs in paradise, when after having had my fill of her–after fabulous, insane exertions that left me limp and azure-barred–I would gather her in my arms with, at last, a mute moan of...

uselessgirlrage:

I recall certain moments, let us call them icebergs in paradise, when after having had my fill of her–after fabulous, insane exertions that left me limp and azure-barred–I would gather her in my arms with, at last, a mute moan of human tenderness (her skin glistening in the neon light coming from the paved court through the slits in the blind, her soot-black lashes matted, her grave gray eyes more vacant than ever–for all the world a little patient still in the confusion of a drug after a major operation)–and the tenderness would deepen to shame and despair, and I would lull and rock my lone light Lolita in my marble arms, and moan in her warm hair, and caress her at random and mutely ask her blessing, and at the peak of this human agonized selfless tenderness (with my soul actually hanging around her naked body and ready to repent), all at once, ironically, horribly, lust would swell again–and ‘oh, no,’ Lolita would say with a sigh to heaven, and the next moment the tenderness and the azure–all would be shattered.

-Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

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