Sex with my GF. After 3 weeks without her. F23 M21
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@peter-peru
Sex with my GF. After 3 weeks without her. F23 M21
French couple, passionate
Sloppy blowjob, boy moans
haha yeah i have a ton of weird kinks
∞ // moments from the office (us)
The Runaways (Joan Jett, Jackie Fox, Lita Ford) at CBGB, August 2, 1975, by Richard E. Aaron
Imagine being loved the way you love
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Dwight called it.
It’s been a while
French couple, passionate
|| 9.23 - Finale ||
I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING!!!!
When Death Comes
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox;
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.
When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.
—Mary Oliver