I want a pink toilet.
I have a pink toilet. She likes to wear bows.
Proper cunt storage
Watch the hope drain from her eyes. This is that beautiful moment when her fate crystalizes in her mind and she resigns herself to whatever will befall her.
For the longest time, this was one of my favorite clips…she just struggles so much…
Nice loops. I like seeing her little fists clutch unnaturally like that, in the first image. She’s being completely undone by orgasms. When you’re suspended and your ass is hanging down like that, all the blood rushes down and makes everything much more sensitive.
“Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded - with that caution - with what foresight - with what dissimulation I went to work!”
- Edgar Allen Poe, The Tell Tale Heart
“Are artists and writers the only people entitled to lives of their own?”
-Richard Yates, Revolutionary Road
(via useless-girlrage)
I love how the one guy doesn’t even bother to take off his clothes. He just positions her how he wants her and uses the fuck out of her.
(via useless-girlrage)
Nice way to store wifey while you fuck a younger slut in your bed. This way she cant touch herself listening to the other slut moan in pleasure.
It might also be fun to close the lid and fuck the other slut right on top of it.
(via useless-girlrage)
“Alright boys, let’s have our fun before we let the rest of the camp know…”
(via useless-girlrage)
Taking turns
Anal train
2nd thoughts
All in vainWhen she starts screaming into the gag you know your doing something right.
(via efara)
She thought it was just an abandoned cabin that she could sneak up to and party while her parents thought she was studying at a friends … but apparently during hunting season, there is someone there that doesn’t take kindly to squatters. That is unless it’s a sexy young woman that can keep him entertained between hunts
Completely controlled, unable to do anything but receive pleasure and pain, earning being let down. Earning being able to feel the ground again, to have the tight clamps removed, to be able to move my jaw.
“No man is great enough or wise enough for any of us to surrender our destiny to. The only way that anyone can lead us is to restore to us the belief in our own guidance.”
— Henry Miller, The Wisdom of the Heart