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Excellent way to sleep!

Makes her forget about it on We Heart It
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Had to let this sleeping dog lie

Big Nap.

No a la matanza de focas…

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toeman969:

My gorgeous and sexy Asian friend’s big booty, sexy legs and pretty feet and soles! She was teasing me before she gave my cock a nice footjob, then incredible sex! Check out her footjob skills from my previous posts. She’s hot huh?

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She couldn’t stop herself.

When she’d signed up for a road trip with her friends, sex was the last thing on her mind. It was just a trip to a concert, some shopping - fun, relaxing stuff. Just the Four Musketeers, as the girls called themselves - until Melissa invited Candi along at the last minute. It was an odd name, but Candi seemed to fit so well with the group, they fast became the Five Musketeers, Alexandre Dumas be damned.

But all Sam was distracted. She’d felt the urge building in her. Of course she got horny, but this was like an itch that just wouldn’t go away. She’d even gone to the bathroom a couple of times during the concert to try and relieve herself, but felt there was something wrong and just couldn’t finish. It only left her more frustrated. She couldn’t stop thinking about it, tossing in her bed, despite Amanda telling her to calm down. 

Sam could barely wait for Amanda to fall asleep - sharing a room in her state was just torture - before she shoved her hand down her pajamas. But it was no good; the more she touched herself, the more she wanted, the worse the itch got. She was burning up under the covers, and checking carefully to see if Amanda was still breathing quietly and regularly, slipped out of her jammies. Even in the cool air, she felt like something was wrong, but she couldn’t stop herself. As she kept fingering, the less she cared about the slumbering girl nearby.  A part of her mind was screaming at her to stop; what would it look like, what would Amanda say if she woke up? How embarrassing would that be? But the screams only drove her to work her fingers harder.

When the door opened and Candi slipped into the room, Sam didn’t feel embarrassed or even surprised. Well, only a slight surprise that she felt relieved. Everything would be all right. Candi was here. The screams would stop. Candi would take care of her. 

Cupid and Psyche
Jacques-Louis David (French; 1748–1825)
1813
Gray wash and pen and black ink with white paint and traces of black chalk
The Cleveland Museum of Art, Cleveland, Ohio

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i would probably just end up like

and that can’t be healthy

To quote emchughes about this exact invention: “all I can think about is THE CRUMBS OH GOD THE CRUMBS”