Jun 20, 2025
Oh Qué Será
🎧 Oh Qué Será - Willie Colón
POV: close your eyes and you’re on a tropical beach with Pedro xo
Loading...
seen from Netherlands
seen from China
seen from Netherlands
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Canada
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Slovenia
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Philippines
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from Nepal
seen from United States
Oh Qué Será
🎧 Oh Qué Será - Willie Colón
POV: close your eyes and you’re on a tropical beach with Pedro xo
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Evenin' Dreamers!
I know this song has been out for a while, but I have recently stumbled upon Oh Qué Será by Willie Colón and that song SCREAMS Armand. I can't unsee, in my head, Armand under soft lamp light in the street, his long coat, a scarf, his hands in his pockets as he looks deep into your eyes with that half smile he always does. The selfish lover he is fades into the background as he watches you admire him beneath the moon.
"Are you alright, Beloved?"
A loving look dazzling in your eyes as you only manage a few words, "Just..admiring the art in front of me.."
He would chuckle then think for a moment, a small hesitation before grabbing your hand nodding in the direction up ahead, "Come. I want to show you something."
Chat... I low-key just cooked on accident. This is kinda- do we want a fanfic about this? Get your work done and see you in my dreams. Yours, ~ Midnight Major ~
Ps. Here's a link to the song if you don't know it or wanna hear it.
Wille Colón - Oh Que Será (1981)
TOGETHER , honestly do whatever you want i want to smash them together ( mayu nowhere to be found bdksjdjs )
@illholy
Music blares in his headphones, spilling out into the convenient store nauseating 9th cycle of Taylor Swifts classic you belong with me. The clerk stands behind the the counter face obstructed by the bags of chips and month old Twizzlers seemingly glued to the counter front display. The convenient store sat by itself, on the side of a road not to far from a gas station. Its fluorescent lights showed a spot light onto the main road leading to the main campus no more than 8 miles away. Remix bounced his head as he grabbed cold drinks from the cooler, his thumb nail black while the rest of his finger were adorn with sliver chunky rings. He grabbed two colorfully colored energy drinks, the kind with enough acid to rot the teeth. Then with another hand he grabbed the tallest and cheapest beer he could get his hands onto. He shoved the cans into his large hoodie pockets, and the beer into his coat pocket. He shuffled towards the front, paying for his drinks the clerk barely paid him any attention as after he paid he didn't leave the store. Remix moved towards the back, where the slushy machines hummed, and the floors got wet. He grabbed a empty large cup and began mixing his drinks. The smell of beer, mixed with watermelon zest turned into a sicking sweet wet dog smell. That mixed on so well with the hint of piss from the back of the stores restroom. The clerk wanted to say something, his finger and arm twitched as if to raise his arm to get Remixs attention but thought better of it. Remix was a tall, but it wasn't just his height he was hefty, heavy as he walked, combine that with a face mask and so many layers . The only thing anyone could reasonably see were his fingers nails and if you dared to get close enough his eyes. His nature came with these benefits, being left alone in the back of the store.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Willie Colón - ¿Oh, Qué Será? (1981)
Oh que sera
Que sera, que sera
Otro tabaco que se va, en mi cara se ve el matrato que me doy men. 🎶
Oh, qué será, qué será que vive en las ideas de esos amantes, que cantan los poetas más delirantes, que juran los profetas emborrachados, está en la romería de los mutilados, está en la fantasía de los infelices, está en el día a día de las meretrices, en todos los bandidos y desvalidos, En todos sus sentidos, será qué será, que no tiene decencia y nunca tendrá, que no tiene censura y nunca tendrá, y le falta sentido.
Willie Colón