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sylvestre: talk dirty to me
marius: 😩😩😩🍆😜🍆💖💕👅💦💦😍😭😩💦👅💖😩😜😩👏👌
sylvestre, shaking but inexplicably rock hard: how did you say that with your mouth
ROLEPLAY WITH ME BITCH
but like...thats Hard
Send “think there are ghosts?” for a starter where our muses are spending the night in an abandoned building.
thank you for all the memories. 13/04/2016, Milan. - paolo raeli
“We toss love around like confetti; We drizzle ourselves in stardust.”
— cosmic children / star notes #4 / c.o (via heartenders)
Sluttiest thing Sly has ever done
hands down its the time he went to a house party, got shitfaced, and then had a threesome at a park a few blocks away from the party. he doesn’t remember much except that it was Good.
drugs? alcohol? sex? thoughts?
“Well first off, it depends on what drugs and alcohol you’re talkin’ ‘bout,” Sly says past his cigarette, flicking his lighter.
“Weed? Fine. Most booze? Pretty fuckin’ good. Don’t do that hard shit, though. Cocaine ‘n heroin? You don’t need that shit, doll. That’s the shit that really fucks you up, y’know? Don’t be poppin’ unmarked pills at parties, either. That shit’s crazy–I know from experience. Ain’t really fun, ‘specially since you usually don’t remember what happens after.” He manages to get his cigarette lit, pauses to take a nice, long drag.
“And sex? Damn good. Love it. Don’t let anybody say you’re gross for havin’ it or whatever–that’s bullshit. ‘s long as you make sure you ain’t gettin’ any diseases or havin’ babies you don’t want, fuck as many people as you wanna. Feels good, don’t it?” He grins, a little crooked, a little impish.
“Ain’t nothin’ bad ‘bout feelin’ good, if you ask me.”