I think red is my color ❤️
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I think red is my color ❤️

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Color-coordinated surrender ☀ c. 1980
When his body is super tense but when he enters you he visibly relaxes... Welcome home honey 🦚

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It's only 6:30 pm , but the fireworks are starting already... normally, Petey would be getting very nervous, but she's wearing her noise canceling headphones so she's very calm and she's sitting next to me as happy as can be!!! These things work very well!! I'm so glad that I bought them for her!! And she looks adorable in them, dontcha think? 😁😁😍😍
Little Snippet of an upcoming fic I'm working on
Robert's arms are thrown up on the pillows near his head; face relaxed and soft, snoring lightly against the cotton. His fingers are curled lightly in on themselves, and his legs are bent just enough to spread naturally on the white towel below. Flambae's eyes greedily take in the sight of the man's body slicked with the massage oil, rubbed so thoroughly he looks like he's glowing in the dim lights of the bedroom. It could be that it's from the increased blood flow, or maybe Flambae is just delusional, but he thinks that even Robert's scars stand out more, catching light on the raised parts of his skin.
More and more, Chad thinks that he would set on fire anyone who would even dare imagine his Robert.
"And you're all mine, you little bitch" mutters the firestarter, feeling himself tenting the silk pants that have faithfully stayed on his hips throughout the massage endeavour.