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I remember a long while ago I saw a girl in a bar with a white t-shirt on like the one above with no bra and she had long nipples very similar to the girl pictured.  I couldn’t keep my eyes of them.  But I made a special effort to look at her face
Master isn’t good with names. At first, Jessica and Michelle would get annoyed when Master would call them by the other’s name, so Master started calling them Slut and Cunt. But he got those names confused too. One day they brought it up
“Of all God’s creatures, there is only one that cannot be made slave of the leash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve the man, but it would deteriorate the cat.”~ Mark Twain 8===D——{ Wetiquette
Prince Yahshua and Rico Strong showing why they’re one of the best porn tag teams around, by flipping the switch on the DP angle with Angel Smalls. Click here for ArchiveStudio: JulesJordan.com
deermary: if i see one more goddamn person reblog the first picture with a black and white filter, tagging it with “lucifer” “horror” ”666” or “demons” and thinking they’re cool, i’m gonna pop an eye vessel. everyday i see
boredlilbabydoll: alphabetbear: cute-baby-animals: One of these things is not like the others…One of these things is not the same Yeah, one if them is facing to the left I like the black and white bunny with the green eyes and pink nose.
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bbcaddictedlifestyle: I so totally want my eyes to roll in the back of my head from my future Black Husband fucking me hard and long with His Big Black Cock going in and out of my tight white pussy or tight white ass.
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titansdaughter: The arrow was black, Jon saw, but it was fletched with white duck feathers. Not mine, he told himself, not one of mine. But he felt as if it were. When he knelt in the snow beside her, her eyes opened. “Jon Snow,” she said, very