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how do you listen to music??
a single massive playlist for every song you may want to listen to
every single emotion ever has its own playlist keeping them all in little boxes
another secret option that you will tell me in the tags
Game Night💙🎲♟️
I finally locked in guys are you proud of me🥲✌️
W/o stickers (^o^)/
chat do we fw girls with dark bags under their eyes?
Miku miku beam!1!1!1 (~‾▿‾)~
I feel so good right now. So sleepy. Squeezing my thighs together. Watching porn in broad daylight knowing anyone could walk in. Moving my hips to feel a teasing amount of strain on my clit. I feel my wetness spread around in my boxers, making everything soaked. The pressure from my bladder pressed so hard against my insides, sending waves of pleasure down to my clit. Im aching so bad. I’m clenching my hole over and over fuck. Clenching around nothing turns me on even more, I feel so weak and pathetic. I’m rubbing my nipples through my shirt. I’m panting like the dog I am. Watching these people get fucked, I imagine I’m them. I want it so bad. I wanna be someone’s dumb stupid pet. I’m so stupid, take advantage of me. I’m a good boy I promise. I’m so tight, I know I could satisfy anyone. Fill me. I need it more than anything.
who wants photos of my clean room to be proud of me 😼
SNIPPET!!!!! 👀
Paul goes easily, lets John drag him up until his legs are spread on either side of his face and he is hovering over his mouth. John makes a soft noise, looking straight at where he is wet to the point of dripping on John's face, which he does; right onto the tip of his nose. He feels himself flush, the shyness of this particular act never quite going away when he has John under him, watching raptly where he is needy and so desperate that he is leaking like a darn faucet. And it was all for John really, he doesn't just drip on people's faces. "Don't, don't look—John—," he gasps out weakly just as John brings two fingers up to trace the opening of his lips, just around his clit, avoiding it intentionally. Those gorgeous calloused fingers dragging over his soft, sensitive skin only exceeding his need to be stuffed so full of them, he could do nothing but feel them inside him exploring, always digging out the desires he tries to keep hidden.
