India, no. Come on. I told you I have work to do. Stop it. Don’t give me that look. I thought we discussed why looking at me like that when I’m trying to be productive wasn’t okay.
And, come on now, put some pants on. Have you been running around like that all day?
Hm, come to think of it, scratch that thought. Get over here.
Girlpets can be so demanding.
Heart,
You leave me the best things in my askbox. Besides this “thank you”, I’m speechless.
<3, Ivy
Sasha Grey, in elegant form.
What happens when my favorite man on tumblr and my favorite woman on tumblr come together. Holy crap.
“You shall love your crooked neighbor with your crooked heart.” – W. H. Auden, As I Walked Out One Evening.
It was one of the first things he said to me when he met me. Once he was really deeply into the lifestyle, I made him sit down with me and watch Secretary. When this part rolled around, I got chills.
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.
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.
Found this in my askbox from the seriously amazing herdirtylittleheart.
A. I seriously love when Sasha makes that face. B. I want a print of this. C. Oh my gosh yay.
Source: deviantart, Sasha Grey by ~desPROW
A certain somebody kind of goes sort of maybe a little just a teensy bit completely fucking bonkers whenever I wear tights like these.
