angels praying one warm night✝
unfoldingpossibility: inspirationalbullshit: Before I get inside you, I’ll want a taste of you. It’s like the appetizer, getting you ready for what’s about to come. Besides you, that is. I love it when you let me go down on you. I really can’t tell you why.  Maybe it’s the feeling of knowing that you’re getting absolutely nothing, but pleasure out of it. And that it’s me who’s giving it to you. The way you let me know I’m doing you right, is just so fucking hot. When you squeeze my head in between your legs so damn tightly. Fingers running through my hair, while you’re pushing my face against you as if I could get any closer than I already am. I can hear you panting so loud, it just tells me that I shouldn’t stop. Then there it is. You let me know that I should. Not with words, but with your body language. The moment your eyes roll back, thighs quiver, and your grip on me loosens. I know I got it out of you. And as I look back up at you with that huge grin on your face, trying to catch your breath, I know I accomplished my goal. That’s what you wanted, right?
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Associate yourself with men of good quality if you esteem your own reputation; for it is better to be alone than in bad company. George Washington (via hrpr) 3 notes
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