OH I RLLY RLLY HOPE SO

OH I RLLY RLLY HOPE SO🙏🙇🏻‍♀️

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🕯 May you have the 🕯

🕯 absolute thirstiest 🕯

🕯 of thirst dreams of 🕯

🕯 whatever fictional 🕯

🕯 character you’re 🕯

🕯 hyper-fixating on at 🕯

🕯 the moment 🕯

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oh shit, deadpool that you??

Yes it is infact me, deadpool. And I come bearing gifts

LEMME TELL YOU SUM MAN

Requested by @hiro--aoki 😙

Norman Reedus joined Anthrax on stage during their concert in Atlanta on October 5, 2016.

AAGHHHHHHH THEI IS SOEKEKWKQKW

IM AT SCHOOL I XANT I CANT AAWEIEOEOEOEOEOEPPPPOEOEOEPRPQOQOWKKENWALDOCUYFNTGYKEPSUVRNEGITOEPWJWBGCUBBENDJEOWJEJWJ

THIS IS SO GOOD STOP SOTPE EI NEED MORE OF THIS I NEED MORE OF DARYL COMING BACK AFTER FRANCE EIEKWLQOW

I LOVE U @shadowybasementmiracle FOR SENDING THIS DURING SPANSIH CLASS AAAGHH

im thinking about old man daryl. the final boss of dilfs.

he comes back from france an entire decade older, with a now noticeable limp in his leg, grey taking over his beard and streaking throughout his hair. hes got wrinkles around his eyes and decorating the sides of his mouth. hes gone from rough and muscular to round and soft, his abdomen now lacking rock-hard abs and adorning the typical dad-bod. though his muscles had decreased in size, his biceps were still big enough to flat out crush someones head, arms now increasingly more hairy as years went by.

you’re still so young, still so pretty, he almost couldn’t believe that in the time that he had been gone for, it seemed like you hadn’t aged in the slightest, from the way you practically threw yourself into his arms, almost knocking him swiftly to the ground.

theres times when he feels selfish about it, keeping you stuck here with someone like him when you should be out mingling with someone that’s within your age range, someone that you could grow old with.

but most of the times he can’t feel anything except pure love and lust, not being able to keep his old handsy hands to himself for even a second.

he doesn’t feel shame when his eyes rake up the entire length of your body, watching you do anything simply because of the sickening way your hips swayed, stuck in trance just by the way they moved.

he doesn’t feel shame when you straddle his lap, cupping his face and stroking his beard as you kiss him gently, hands groping and squeezing everywhere they could reach.

he doesn’t feel shame when helping you out your clothes, ogling your bare flesh and brushing fingers against any ‘new’ scars, kissing and biting on your neck like a starved man.

he doesn’t feel any shame when watching you sink down easily onto his cock, so wet and tight that it made his head spin. the feeling of your cunt gripping around him was something he hadn’t felt in a year, something he had only been able to dream of experiencing again.

he doesn’t feel any shame when he holds you down, squeezing your hips as his cock twitched, groaning softly as he pumped ropes of warm white right into you, the first of many more loads.

Moist breakdancing