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wake up a cup get your tits sucked in my (kt) tape up face fucked get your (protein) shake up fake bluff dick suck put your sticks up for the mfing princess

fiery-kitty

Albrecht Graf von Habsburg – Albrecht Dürer (1514-1515)

ceruleanheaven

month starting on a monday we have no excuse guys lets get to work and lock the fuck in

ceruleanheaven

yk its actually very chic and avant garde to start on tuesday the second

ceruleanheaven

many claim theres nothing more subversive and revolutionary than starting on wednesday the third

ceruleanheaven

there are simply no words in the english language that can describe starting on thursday the fourth. thats how iconic it is

ceruleanheaven

choosing to start on friday the fifth. i just think its very inspiring

likitesplit

North Dakota

toskarin

ahaha you sly dog! you bastard! [getting a little too comfortable] you wretched fucking animal

garagepaperback

fic: american motor over smoldered field pairing: hollanov tags: catfish au

The play is very, very obvious. Ilya has spent most of his life wanting to be away from it, and to do that, you need a lot of money. The man in front of him has a lot of money, and better yet, a deep appreciation for the muscles that make up Ilya’s stomach. Ilya wishes he had the texts in hand, thick, soft pieces to feed back into his frowning mouth. Remember? When you said: I like you so much, and god I feel crazy and Fuck me, fuck me harder, more, god you feel so big, so good. I can feel you—please, you’re going to make me come. Please can I come. Please, Ilya. Always, they beg. Ilya is happier than he thought possible to fit in one body.

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