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masterk78: As she watches the hit man leave she says to her self “ money well spent ”. She is left bag tightly around her head and chained to a wall with no chance of rescue till she is bones and she is smiling in orgasmic bliss .
In the Theodore Roosevelt Rotunda. This will always take my breath away.
Sit back and hold your breath, just let nature take effect. A warm glow inside my bones. The touch of velvet rubbed against my soul. It's fucking 4:20!
thepureskin: thepureskin: "Something is not right, I can feel it within my bones. The aching will not stop, have I awakened an old feeling or a hibernating ailment? Meditation is the only cure, take a breath celestial child. " vexvoirSEE MORE OF
lil-miss-bi-curious: mslusciouslips: hoteroticporn: That’s a heck of a pounding. A real bone rattler. Love it, it’s mesmerising. I scream, whimper, moan, or breathe, “YES” every time his balls slap my clit too.
eilalima: “A part of myself, of my breathing and my soul so unconditional to love but hard to stay away from. A bone from my rib-cage, a blood cell from my vein separated by a human body but never divided by fate”
masyoza: Breath of Bones - A Tale of the Golem
chocolatequeennk: develish1: whovianfloozy: HIP FLESH THERE’S HIP FLESH I SEE HIP FLESH! *breathes into a paper bag* *starts handing out the large silk fans* I appreciate the dedication of this fandom so much.
psicygni:Bones: just shut up Spock, you son of a bitchBones: *calming breath*Bones: aight look when i said son of a bitch i was referring to your father, cos your mother is lovelyBones: just wanted to clear that up
surfacage: in the slow, agonizing wait for the end (his life is a study in pain: the bones of his wrists ache, death’s breath rattles in his lungs, and every time he closes he eyes, the guilt and shame and desperation and the gut-wrenching sadness
hitokiri-battosai: Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again Holding it up behind my head again Cut in deep to the heart of the bone again round and round and round and it’s coming apart again over and over and over
wordsflowingin: the moment you realizethat your bones are made of the same dustas the planets, your lungs are breathing the same airas the migrating butterflies,and your blood is pumping becauseof the love and care of thousands; is when you realizethat
myeroticbunny: It was happening, right in front of me. I couldn’t breathe. My throat was bone dry. He started kissing his way up her thighs and my wife slowly spread her legs to give him room. He lingered at her pussy, softly licking and nibbling until
bones-ivy-breath:I by Pablo Neruda (tr. W.S. Merwin), from Twenty Love Poems and a Song of DespairText ID:But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
brainsandbodies: SynDaver™ Labs manufactures the world’s most sophisticated synthetic human tissues and body parts. The SynDaver™ Synthetic Human bleeds, breathes, and employs hundreds of replaceable muscles, bones, organs, and vessels which
I made someone my all, my everything, my reason for breathing, my back bone and let it get the best of me. Almost hit 11 months to be broken up with after losing so many friends over this person, spending beyond a lot of money on this person and doing
londonandrews: “The moment you realize your bones are made of the same dust as the planets, your lungs are breathing the same air as the migrating butterflies, and your blood is pumping because of the love and care of thousands; is when you realize
“The moment you realize your bones are made of the same dust as the planets, your lungs are breathing the same air as the migrating butterflies, and your blood is pumping because of the love and care of thousands; is when you realize you are not
just-keep-fucking-breathing: dekutree: i will jump off a building and break my every bone in my body just to catch a sniff of her armpit as she rolls me into the ambulence same.
itsmedusabitch: “Being in love isn’t just beautiful. It’s raw. It peels back the layers of your soul like thin paper. It wears you down to the bone. It breathes a different air into your weary lungs and calls you to live in a way that you never
darkbloodofwolves: “Can I inhabit, The spaces you leave Between sharp intakes of breath? Let me trace my mouth around Your hip bones, Hands on the inside Of your thighs, Lie back, Body arched Whispered pleasure, Let me live in your fantasy Thighs over
the moment you realizethat your bones are made of the same dustas the planets, your lungs are breathing the same airas the migrating butterflies,and your blood is pumping becauseof the love and care of thousands; is when you realizethat you are not
vogxie: creahte: breathe-e: “Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.” - Jonathan Safran Foer .
