ProneBoned

Rising

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If you see this, like it (please)....

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What video is that Jynx maze gif from?

Last time I checked there were a shit load of Jynx Maze gifs on the interweb.

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Who was that woman in the latest gif -- the one where she's biting her hand

No clue

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You're barely posting anymore. U sure you're rising?

Positive. :-)

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If I still made GIFs I'd already have one of Nero prone boning Gemma.

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Thought you were rising? We are waiting.

And who might we be, Sweetie?

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Hi. Are things going ok?

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Is this thing still on?

Given the stream of notes and followers on a daily basis , it seems like it still is. Any old friends still hanging around and reading this?

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What clip is the GIF with the brunette getting fucked on the floor (tagged #classic) from? It's fucking aaaaamaaaazzziing

Teenfidelity, I think

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you've probably been asked this but do you know or have the source for the two girls where they're playing with a tail plug before the one fucks the other with a strap-on? I searched the tags and google and I came up short

Sinn Sage and Tori Lux. Been asked so many times even I remember it.

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I prefer tree porn to regular porn these days. Well, sometimes. I still do look at porn. And watching a hard prone bone still makes me tingle.

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Fuck me

Ok. Fuck you.

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Marked Oaks

Symbols carved into living bark by the sure and steady hands of PC, Mara, and SM. I stare and wonder where they are today. Are they still OK - or are their hands and hearts now similarly scarred?

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Meaningless dribble trying to mimic itself as something of worth. Your flippancy gives away your underlying narcissism. How sorry your meaningless life must be to rely on such a transient medium for identity. I have the luxury of never seeing this again, while it is forever entrenched in your feeble psych. You will be thinking of this for days. When I hit ask, you are nothing.

Oofah...looks like Mom's had one two many mint juleps again..

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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink For fellows whom it hurts to think: Look into the pewter pot To see the world as the world’s not. And faith, ’tis pleasant till ’tis past: The mischief is that ’twill not last. Oh I have been to Ludlow fair And left my necktie God knows where, And carried half way home, or near, Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer: Then the world seemed none so bad, And I myself a sterling lad; And down in lovely muck I’ve lain, Happy till I woke again. Then I saw the morning sky: Heigho, the tale was all a lie; The world, it was the old world yet, I was I, my things were wet, And nothing now remained to do But begin the game anew.