This kind of thing makes me all melty…I love bdsm-inspired adorableness.
Yep, this is a scene from my daydreams.
It’s kind of like that. Need.
james deen
James Deen: The answer to my mother’s insistence that I just find myself a nice Jewish boy.
Dear James,
You look precious here in your glasses and suit. Seriously. I love it.
But, that face you make all the time. The porn face. The “wow, this situation got suddenly sexy face”. The “wait till I tell my bros this” face. The “why did you get naked while I was fixing your car/trimming your hedges/doing your taxes” face.
You can lose that face.
<3, Ivy
People say there’s no chemistry in pornography. And, in a lot of cases, porn can be incredibly fake and impersonal. You can tell that the actors probably, if they saw each other on the street, wouldn’t immediately imagine each other naked. They wouldn’t try to pick each other up at a bar.
But you’ve got photos like this that serve as a counterexample. Just look at them. They’re enjoying each other. They’re having fun. They’re exploring each other. So, y’know, don’t jump to conclusions. Porn can be surprising.
Stoya Heat
This picture should do it for me. It’s got James Deen. It’s got James Deen pinning a girl’s arms behind her back. It’s got James Deen in a suit. It’s got James fucking Deen.
It’s got scissors (two knives hinged together). It’s got a cute little tattoo. It’s got clothing being sliced off. Mmm.
But, oh, come on, sewing scissors? Where are your garden shears? Maybe I’m too picky when it comes to porn, but I love it when the little details are just perfect.
What was it about silence speaking louder than words? Can we apply that to muffled cries underneath a hand? Either way, the commentary here speaks volumes.
“Mmm hmmm mmnf mumf gumf.”
As loud as you want sweetheart.
This was so not in the job description. But this is so the best part of the job.
(Disclaimer: Ivy does not condone workplace sexual harassment. Unless it’s the sexy kind. By any means.)
The man in her ass, all the sexing, and basically everything else in this photo are being upstaged by that amazing eye contact going on right there.
A celebration of one of my favorite moves: The face grab-lean in-taunt.
They couldn’t even make it inside. He could see how badly she needed it. He made her sit and beg for it like a sweet girl. He made her thank him for being so, so generous when he finally stroked that aching, needy pussy through her panties.
He teased. “Does that make you feel good, pet?” He asked it over her moans, her desperate, tremulous “thank you, sir"s, her ragged breaths. "Does somebody need to cum?” He wondered as she bucked against his hand.
With that, he lifted his hand and made her thank him for the attention, leaving her on the shivering brink. He’d teach her manners, no matter how many times he would have to deny her.