#jointwarrior

46+48/TLG51 Tornado by Neil Bates Via Flickr: Joint Warrior 2014-2 Taktisches Luftwaffengeschwader 51 "Immelmann" Tornado rolls out off Rwy 23 to use the 05 northern taxiway back to the XV Sqn ramp 46+48/TLG51/Schleswig AB

nsfw, bobby kennedy - somnophilia oh how bad bobby felt for telling you no before bed. of course he noticed the sexual frustration you were feeling throughout the day but he was only a working man. now as you sleep bobby can’t. tossing and turning, nuzzling his face into your hair but nothing can sooth the ache his cock felt. heavy and wanting, regretting the moment he denied you because he was “tired” so as his arms hugged you from behind, print rubbing against your ass he decides to make up for denial. with slow movements bobby moved his hand down to his shorts. removing not only his shorts but his boxers as well, inch by inch. letting out a deep sigh as his bare cock flopped out onto your nightgown. rubbing the curve of your ass with his wet tip. occasionally you would sigh, trying to shift in your sleep but bobby would sooth you back to a still movement. “shh, relax honey..” he’d whisper against your cheek, slowly rubbing his cock with the pre cum that was leaking from it. bobby used the other hand to adjust your body for you. carefully moving your nightgown with his tip as he rolled your body forward just slightly. enough to place his cock between your thighs. biting his bottom lip to cover up a moan as bobby began to buck his hips back and forth like a desperate dog. resisting the urge to roll his eyes back just so he could watch you as you sleep. the more he humped you the more your body shifted awake. letting out small whimpers and confused sighs. and by the time you open your eyes bobby was already apologizing. “i’m sorry honey, i couldn’t help myself.. leaving you to go to sleep all wet and needy” bobby whispered as he slowed his hips down. watching as you mumbled a sleepy reassurance that it was in fact okay. even rolling over onto your belly so he could get a better angle “there we go” he whispered, observing your sleepy face as bobby slid his heavy tip in through your soaked folds. letting out a subtle whimper from his mouth as your eyebrows furrowed together. following with a deep sigh as your lips parted just slightly. you could feel bobby’s gaze on you, for some reason, nothing turned him on more than your face.. closing your eyes again as bobby pressed gentle kisses to your cheek and up while his cock nuzzles your g-spot “i love you so much.. more than you know” bobby mumbled through sweet kisses “and i love you more”

ya’ll don’t understand how good it felt to find out jfk didn’t really support Israel

your husband bobby who loves to rut against you like a pup. when he arrives home with all that pent up stress he runs to you. whining your name like a puppy while your hands are too occupied making pastries. telling him “i’ll be just a minute bobby” but the poor thing can’t wait. those thick fingers of his already sliding up your dress and apron. grinding his hips against your ass to release some pressure. “please, love, you can bake later” bobby whines, his heavy cock already twitching with need and forming a stain on his boxers. trying to spread your legs to feel the little pink panties you wore, but to no avail.. you were firm on making these muffins. bobby doesn’t care if your hands are occupied and full of powder. It doesn’t mean your ass isn’t available. ignoring his whines and groans as he ruts against you… creating a damp spot right on the crack of your ass. pre-cum already dripping down his tip and it hasn’t even been five minutes.