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(How to Spot a Fake)
There is a few things you can look for when spotting Fake Pictures.
Of course there is also the Very Poor Picture quality which people use to hide FAKE enhancements which can make things tricky.
A high percentage of users use Ai in the form of Apps and Software to change there appearance. FaceApp, Snapchat and many many more Ai based tools are available to change your appearance.
The old addage that says if it's too good to be true then it probably is, a 60 year old will not have Flawless Skin and Flawless Legs. As you will see
Large Body, Big Hairy Arms, Large Fingers, with beautiful flawless Face, errr No, Fake.
Many Ai creation Software/Apps struggle to Create Hands, Hair, Facial Skin, Backgrounds. Will expand on this ..
Hands take alot of Ai processing power and many times there will be mistakes like, Six fingers, Rings that span two fingers, Hands that Blend into other Bodyparts.
Facial Skin is very often not Flawless, Freckles, Spots, Blemishes, Moles, Fine Hair, Often All Missing, If it's Flawless it's more than Likely Fake, unless they are Professional Models, but enen they have freckles spots blemishes and birth marks even with loads of makeup.
Backgrounds are often either Blurry or very Perfectly Random, Often not associated with any other Photo in someone's collection, Sometimes Backgrounds are set in Luxury Rooms with Gold Plated Furniture, Not usually associated with a UK Council Estate, or Someone on Job Seekers Allowance... Common Sense on much of this.
Bare Feet can be tricky for Ai Software too same as Hands, Same Rules Apply.
Other people in the same photo can end up Morphing into Clothing or even other people's Body Parts, Skin near Skin of two people can be an Ai nightmare so look out for this.
Scale is an Ai issue too, look out for Big Heads, Small Legs, way out of proportion Body Parts, all common mistakes.
Hairy Chest, Flawless Face, - Fake. Hairy Big/Overweight Body, Flawless Face and perfect legs - Fake.
Common Sense Prevails here, Think about who you are looking at, How Old, How Fit, Younger Fit People will use Natural Pictures as they have no need not too.
Very Blurred and Poor quality photos are often used to hide something.
Look out for photos where every shot shows the head in the same position and looks totally flawless, This is because this Face Position is the best one for the Ai Software/App to make the face look the same each time... Otherwise they may end up looking different... Fakes.
Look carefully at the photos you like, don't just see a pretty picture and assume it is real, have a look at others they have done, don't play into there Fake loving hands.... They are trying to make you look a fool because they can con you.... Don't let it be you.
This is just the Basics, Hope it helps. After a while you will find it easier to spot these Fakers... Enjoy your new skill
Please ask for guidance if your unsure about anyone...
All my pics as you can see are me and mine, what you see is what you will get if you want it xxx(How to Spot a Fake) There is a few things you can look for when spotting Fake Pictures. Of course there is also the Very Poor Picture quality which people use to hide FAKE enhancements which can make things tricky. A high percentage of users use Ai in the form of Apps and Software to change there appearance. FaceApp, Snapchat and many many more Ai based tools are available to change your appearance. The old addage that says if it's too good to be true then it probably is, a 60 year old will not have Flawless Skin and Flawless Legs. As you will see Large Body, Big Hairy Arms, Large Fingers, with beautiful flawless Face, errr No, Fake. Many Ai creation Software/Apps struggle to Create Hands, Hair, Facial Skin, Backgrounds. Will expand on this .. Hands take alot of Ai processing power and many times there will be mistakes like, Six fingers, Rings that span two fingers, Hands that Blend into other Bodyparts. Facial Skin is very often not Flawless, Freckles, Spots, Blemishes, Moles, Fine Hair, Often All Missing, If it's Flawless it's more than Likely Fake, unless they are Professional Models, but enen they have freckles spots blemishes and birth marks even with loads of makeup. Backgrounds are often either Blurry or very Perfectly Random, Often not associated with any other Photo in someone's collection, Sometimes Backgrounds are set in Luxury Rooms with Gold Plated Furniture, Not usually associated with a UK Council Estate, or Someone on Job Seekers Allowance... Common Sense on much of this. Bare Feet can be tricky for Ai Software too same as Hands, Same Rules Apply. Other people in the same photo can end up Morphing into Clothing or even other people's Body Parts, Skin near Skin of two people can be an Ai nightmare so look out for this. Scale is an Ai issue too, look out for Big Heads, Small Legs, way out of proportion Body Parts, all common mistakes. Hairy Chest, Flawless Face, - Fake. Hairy Big/Overweight Body, Flawless Face and perfect legs - Fake. Common Sense Prevails here, Think about who you are looking at, How Old, How Fit, Younger Fit People will use Natural Pictures as they have no need not too. Very Blurred and Poor quality photos are often used to hide something. Look out for photos where every shot shows the head in the same position and looks totally flawless, This is because this Face Position is the best one for the Ai Software/App to make the face look the same each time... Otherwise they may end up looking different... Fakes. Look carefully at the photos you like, don't just see a pretty picture and assume it is real, have a look at others they have done, don't play into there Fake loving hands.... They are trying to make you look a fool because they can con you.... Don't let it be you. This is just the Basics, Hope it helps. After a while you will find it easier to spot these Fakers... Enjoy your new skill Please ask for guidance if your unsure about anyone... All my pics as you can see are me and mine, what you see is what you will get if you want it xxx
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trying on my old Faithful satin mini, and testing the New V Suspender strapstrying on my old Faithful satin mini, and testing the New V Suspender straps3 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 1K Views7
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Hi Peeps I'm Kinda new here .. Used to have an account many years ago but lost access to it when everything changed with the new site .. Glad to be back xxHi Peeps I'm Kinda new here .. Used to have an account many years ago but lost access to it when everything changed with the new site .. Glad to be back xx4 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 1K Views
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What do you guys think about my new tattoo ? 777
http://t.me/QueenvaleriejeffreyWhat do you guys think about my new tattoo ? 777 😊 http://t.me/Queenvaleriejeffrey
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I still remember the first time fabric dared me to see myself anew. The polyester floral maxi gaudy, inexpensive, snatched from a shadowed market stall beneath buzzing orange lamps. Petals in violent pink and electric lime sprawled across it like spilled paint. I wore it home half expecting regret. Instead, when the synthetic sheen slid over skin, it moved with a borrowed audacity, whispering against thighs, insisting I stand taller in the fractured mirror. For once I lingered. The dress refused apology; it demanded witness.
Then the voile mesh wrap arrived, smoke pale and gossamer thin. I layered it timidly over black at first, arms folded like armour. But light caught the weave and traced the quiet architecture of collarbone and shoulder revealing rather than concealing. Veiling, it taught, is not burial; it is emphasis. Each shimmer became a period at the end of a sentence I had never finished speaking: I am here.
Winter brought the satin cardigan, blush rose and impossibly smooth, buttons small as moon droplets. I thought softness would diminish me. Instead it armoured me in quiet. During boardroom silences, late night doubts, the satin rested against wrists like a steady hand saying: power can arrive without sound, without edge simply by refusing to harden.
The silken kimono midnight deep, silver veins threading through named me bold outright. Sleeves swept like banners as I crossed a rooftop threshold into city light. Heads turned, not in judgment, but in recognition of someone who had stopped asking permission to fill space. The fabric did not negotiate; it declared.
Later the taffeta mermaid gown caressed with emerald discipline, gold shot and unyielding from hip to ankle. Every step became a measured ceremony spine aligned, breath shallow and deliberate. Restriction, it showed me, is not caged but choreography; I learned to dance inside the silhouette of my own resolve until the lines felt like wings.
Chiffon followed in pale fog layers, turning breakfast into sacrament, the turn of a key into procession. Ordinary hours gained cadence, became worth the slow unfurling of cloth.
And at last the chiffon voile ruffled square neck gown ivory blushed with first light, ruffles spilling like laughter caught mid fall. Wearing it felt like coronation, self bestowed. No audience required.
Now February 27, 2026 I stand alone.
Rain sheets the asphalt black and glossy. Neon bleeds upward in acid pinks, cyan, violent violet; holographic serpents twist through mist twenty stories overhead, advertising dreams no one can afford. Damp wind lifts the black silk hijab edged in silver so it floats behind me like a separate wing. Beneath, the ruffled gown moves in slow, liquid obedience to each breath, pale chiffon catching stray photons and scattering them soft against wet pavement.
Reflections fracture at my feet: fractured dragons, shattered company logos, my own silhouette stretched long and thin. Mist coils low, veiling the distance so the city feels both infinite and intimately close.
I do not shrink from the gaze of unseeing windows. I do not apologise to the indifferent hum of drones overhead. The gown breathes with me. The hijab lifts, settles, lifts again like a pulse the city has forgotten it still has. Here, rain-slicked and haloed in synthetic light, every garment I have ever worn has converged into this moment: a ceremony of one, where solitude is no longer absence but the quietest, most deliberate form of presence. I tilt my face to the falling water and let the neon baptise me in colours I once feared were too bright to claim.I still remember the first time fabric dared me to see myself anew. The polyester floral maxi gaudy, inexpensive, snatched from a shadowed market stall beneath buzzing orange lamps. Petals in violent pink and electric lime sprawled across it like spilled paint. I wore it home half expecting regret. Instead, when the synthetic sheen slid over skin, it moved with a borrowed audacity, whispering against thighs, insisting I stand taller in the fractured mirror. For once I lingered. The dress refused apology; it demanded witness. Then the voile mesh wrap arrived, smoke pale and gossamer thin. I layered it timidly over black at first, arms folded like armour. But light caught the weave and traced the quiet architecture of collarbone and shoulder revealing rather than concealing. Veiling, it taught, is not burial; it is emphasis. Each shimmer became a period at the end of a sentence I had never finished speaking: I am here. Winter brought the satin cardigan, blush rose and impossibly smooth, buttons small as moon droplets. I thought softness would diminish me. Instead it armoured me in quiet. During boardroom silences, late night doubts, the satin rested against wrists like a steady hand saying: power can arrive without sound, without edge simply by refusing to harden. The silken kimono midnight deep, silver veins threading through named me bold outright. Sleeves swept like banners as I crossed a rooftop threshold into city light. Heads turned, not in judgment, but in recognition of someone who had stopped asking permission to fill space. The fabric did not negotiate; it declared. Later the taffeta mermaid gown caressed with emerald discipline, gold shot and unyielding from hip to ankle. Every step became a measured ceremony spine aligned, breath shallow and deliberate. Restriction, it showed me, is not caged but choreography; I learned to dance inside the silhouette of my own resolve until the lines felt like wings. Chiffon followed in pale fog layers, turning breakfast into sacrament, the turn of a key into procession. Ordinary hours gained cadence, became worth the slow unfurling of cloth. And at last the chiffon voile ruffled square neck gown ivory blushed with first light, ruffles spilling like laughter caught mid fall. Wearing it felt like coronation, self bestowed. No audience required. Now February 27, 2026 I stand alone. Rain sheets the asphalt black and glossy. Neon bleeds upward in acid pinks, cyan, violent violet; holographic serpents twist through mist twenty stories overhead, advertising dreams no one can afford. Damp wind lifts the black silk hijab edged in silver so it floats behind me like a separate wing. Beneath, the ruffled gown moves in slow, liquid obedience to each breath, pale chiffon catching stray photons and scattering them soft against wet pavement. Reflections fracture at my feet: fractured dragons, shattered company logos, my own silhouette stretched long and thin. Mist coils low, veiling the distance so the city feels both infinite and intimately close. I do not shrink from the gaze of unseeing windows. I do not apologise to the indifferent hum of drones overhead. The gown breathes with me. The hijab lifts, settles, lifts again like a pulse the city has forgotten it still has. Here, rain-slicked and haloed in synthetic light, every garment I have ever worn has converged into this moment: a ceremony of one, where solitude is no longer absence but the quietest, most deliberate form of presence. I tilt my face to the falling water and let the neon baptise me in colours I once feared were too bright to claim.
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My new frilly petticoats
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I live within a sanctuary of reflection, a shimmering Satin Wonderland of towering, gilded mirrors that capture every fold of my existence. I am a creature of history, a mature queen of a certain vintage, and my world is defined by the rustle of fabric. Here, I am swaddled in an endless supply of sissy satin dresses, gowns that trail like silken rivers, and gloves that reach toward my shoulders, smoothing the passage of time.
"Oh my," I whisper to my reflection, my voice a raspy cello. "Today is the day for the hallowed turf."
But one does not simply walk onto the pitch at Wembley Stadium to play British football without the proper armor. This is not a match for jerseys and cleats; this is a clash of POMPÖÖS Couture.
I began my transformation with the foundation of my "entity." First, I stepped into the ivory white modest high neck satin evening dress. It is a plus size masterpiece of elegance, the long balloon sleeves puffing out like clouds of cream, the flowing tulle skirt whispering secrets against my ankles. But as the London air turned crisp and the fog began to roll off the Thames, I felt the call for more.
I reached for the wedding gown, its chiffon veil a ghostly mist. I wrapped a heavy ivory satin headscarf tightly around my skull, securing my wisdom and my wig beneath its weight. Then, I layered. I pulled on the Victorian style black ankle length dress a triumph of high necklines, puffed bell sleeves, ruffles, and intricate lace trim.
As I pulled the black gown over the white, the layers merged. I was no longer wearing two dresses; I was wearing a singular, monumental entity composed of Satin, Taffeta, Georgette, Chiffon, and Organza. To finish the silhouette, I added the poofy, extravagant, ultra femme large ladies’ flamboyant satin skirt over the hips, creating a volume so vast I could barely fit through the mahogany doors of my dressing room.
I looked at my vanity. Seven large headscarves black and white laid out for the week. I chose a heavy black Georgette to wrap over the white satin, pinning it with a rhinestone crown. I slid on my newly found long opera gloves, the silk pulling tight against my skin, and stepped into my elegant shoes.
Wembley was a sea of POMPÖÖS madness. Twenty two drag queens, each a monument to Glööckler’s baroque vision, stood upon the emerald grass. Rhinestones caught the stadium lights like a thousand stars fallen to earth. There was Trixie in a gold leafed bodice and Bella in a crimson velvet train that required two ball boys to carry.
"Right then, girls!" I shouted, the wind catching my chiffon veil. "Let’s show them how a lady tackles!"
The whistle blew. I didn't run; I glided. The multiple layers of my dress the Georgette over the Taffeta, the Organza beneath the Satin created a rhythmic shush shush sound that drowned out the roar of the crowd. When the ball came toward me, I didn't kick it with the grace of a sportsman; I met it with the immovable force of three hundred yards of couture.
The ball hit my flamboyant satin skirt and simply died, swallowed by the sheer volume of my ruffles. I pivoted, my bell sleeves catching the wind like sails. I saw an opening. With a flick of my opera-gloved hand to steady my headscarf, I sent the ball flying toward the goal with a delicate tap of my elegant heel.
As the net bulged, the stadium erupted. I didn't celebrate with a slide on the grass heaven forbid, the grass stains on the ivory tulle would be a tragedy. Instead, I stood at the center of the pitch, surrounded by my sisters in their crowns and silks, and looked into the imaginary mirrors of the sky.
In my Satin Wonderland, I am a queen. At Wembley, in my POMPÖÖS layers of black and white, I was a princess of the game. Oh my, indeed.I live within a sanctuary of reflection, a shimmering Satin Wonderland of towering, gilded mirrors that capture every fold of my existence. I am a creature of history, a mature queen of a certain vintage, and my world is defined by the rustle of fabric. Here, I am swaddled in an endless supply of sissy satin dresses, gowns that trail like silken rivers, and gloves that reach toward my shoulders, smoothing the passage of time. "Oh my," I whisper to my reflection, my voice a raspy cello. "Today is the day for the hallowed turf." But one does not simply walk onto the pitch at Wembley Stadium to play British football without the proper armor. This is not a match for jerseys and cleats; this is a clash of POMPÖÖS Couture. I began my transformation with the foundation of my "entity." First, I stepped into the ivory white modest high neck satin evening dress. It is a plus size masterpiece of elegance, the long balloon sleeves puffing out like clouds of cream, the flowing tulle skirt whispering secrets against my ankles. But as the London air turned crisp and the fog began to roll off the Thames, I felt the call for more. I reached for the wedding gown, its chiffon veil a ghostly mist. I wrapped a heavy ivory satin headscarf tightly around my skull, securing my wisdom and my wig beneath its weight. Then, I layered. I pulled on the Victorian style black ankle length dress a triumph of high necklines, puffed bell sleeves, ruffles, and intricate lace trim. As I pulled the black gown over the white, the layers merged. I was no longer wearing two dresses; I was wearing a singular, monumental entity composed of Satin, Taffeta, Georgette, Chiffon, and Organza. To finish the silhouette, I added the poofy, extravagant, ultra femme large ladies’ flamboyant satin skirt over the hips, creating a volume so vast I could barely fit through the mahogany doors of my dressing room. I looked at my vanity. Seven large headscarves black and white laid out for the week. I chose a heavy black Georgette to wrap over the white satin, pinning it with a rhinestone crown. I slid on my newly found long opera gloves, the silk pulling tight against my skin, and stepped into my elegant shoes. Wembley was a sea of POMPÖÖS madness. Twenty two drag queens, each a monument to Glööckler’s baroque vision, stood upon the emerald grass. Rhinestones caught the stadium lights like a thousand stars fallen to earth. There was Trixie in a gold leafed bodice and Bella in a crimson velvet train that required two ball boys to carry. "Right then, girls!" I shouted, the wind catching my chiffon veil. "Let’s show them how a lady tackles!" The whistle blew. I didn't run; I glided. The multiple layers of my dress the Georgette over the Taffeta, the Organza beneath the Satin created a rhythmic shush shush sound that drowned out the roar of the crowd. When the ball came toward me, I didn't kick it with the grace of a sportsman; I met it with the immovable force of three hundred yards of couture. The ball hit my flamboyant satin skirt and simply died, swallowed by the sheer volume of my ruffles. I pivoted, my bell sleeves catching the wind like sails. I saw an opening. With a flick of my opera-gloved hand to steady my headscarf, I sent the ball flying toward the goal with a delicate tap of my elegant heel. As the net bulged, the stadium erupted. I didn't celebrate with a slide on the grass heaven forbid, the grass stains on the ivory tulle would be a tragedy. Instead, I stood at the center of the pitch, surrounded by my sisters in their crowns and silks, and looked into the imaginary mirrors of the sky. In my Satin Wonderland, I am a queen. At Wembley, in my POMPÖÖS layers of black and white, I was a princess of the game. Oh my, indeed.
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Feeling Crazy and Horny... Need to change from Black Pantyhose, because it has been stained of a Thick Semen when i cum suddenly... and i feel gross and sticky so need to wear a new one of my Light Purple (80den)....Feeling Crazy and Horny... Need to change from Black Pantyhose, because it has been stained of a Thick Semen when i cum suddenly... and i feel gross and sticky so need to wear a new one of my Light Purple (80den)....0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 1K Views
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Patti got a new body suit, bare legs really shows my age, I’m sorry if I disrespected anyone but I love it he way I was feeling especially with heels onPatti got a new body suit, bare legs really shows my age, I’m sorry if I disrespected anyone but I love it he way I was feeling especially with heels on2 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 1K Views2
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Used Part 1
A Local Man got in touch saying that his wife was away Monday to Thursday so he had 3 days free if I was interested in fully servicing his needs, he sent me the obligatory photos with the assurance that he would be Smooth and wearing his wife's Stockings or Holdups, after seeing the photos as far as I was concerned I had no choice at all, I felt it was my duty to go... He was around 7" when Hard so a nice length but he was twice as thick as me, so was extremely impressive.
I said yes I will do what I can for you and I asked where he had found me, he said he came across all my stories and that was that.
So I new he knew what I look for even before we met...I could tell he was just a regular guy taking advantage of my details and likes.
He then said what are you doing Monday, I said I'm at work Monday 6am till 2.30pm then pick my Wife up at 5pm....
He new he was only up the road from me and said he wanted a visit, first thing in the morning about 5.10am before work then another straight from work around 2.45pm and at 4pm before collecting your wife.. .
I thought WTF .... And just said yes of course...
Again letting myself down.
I turned up at 5.10am where he let me in still in robe, he was tall and stocky not that it mattered, he sent me with my bag into the bathroom to get ready.. Then he suddenly shouted forget getting ready just put a wig on as I can't be bothered this early.. oh ok so I grabbed my wig, brushed the long blonde hair and went into the bedroom where he grabbed a pillow and threw it on the floor between the bed and the wall which was quite tight....
He said that's for you so I went over and knelt on it, he squeezed past still with robe on and sat down on the edge of the bed in front of me, he then lay back, and spread his legs placing them on the wall behind me, his large thick Co ck hanging there smooth shaven, Head back ready, just calling to me to help myself.... Not that I had a choice.
He just said help yourself and let yourself out when you have done, he was right over the edge as he was well supported on the wall, his smooth sacks were hanging too, not too big just nice, I lifted his large shaft with my hand and cupped his head in my mouth, wetting and sucking best I could, as he started to get harder I switched to two hands, wanking and sucking at the same time, I got used as he got hard, his co ck like mine was very flexible and could lie flat and co ck straight out into my mouth, as time was short I switched to Sucking as tight as I could behind his co ck head a couple of inches back and forth concentrating on moving the loose skin making the most sensation possible, luckily after several intensive minutes he suddenly sat up, grabbed my head, re inserted his co ck, and with his big hands held my head firm and used me to Head Fu ck, sliding me up and down his shaft, on odd occasions making me gag as he hit my throat...
He was getting faster, and started to moan. .
He said Don't Waste any ..
Suddenly he paused with co ck head just in, and a massive blast filled my mouth, I swallowed as quick as I could, which was tricky with his thick load, my mouth was full again, I kept swallowing and then one last half blast, filled me again, eventually I swallowed it all up, he lay back and said clean up the drops and then go and I will see you later at 2:45pm
I cleaned the last few drops as he shrank down, licked his eye a few last times making sure it was clean and serviced properly..
I left my bag ready and went to work.. .Used Part 1 A Local Man got in touch saying that his wife was away Monday to Thursday so he had 3 days free if I was interested in fully servicing his needs, he sent me the obligatory photos with the assurance that he would be Smooth and wearing his wife's Stockings or Holdups, after seeing the photos as far as I was concerned I had no choice at all, I felt it was my duty to go... He was around 7" when Hard so a nice length but he was twice as thick as me, so was extremely impressive. I said yes I will do what I can for you and I asked where he had found me, he said he came across all my stories and that was that. So I new he knew what I look for even before we met...I could tell he was just a regular guy taking advantage of my details and likes. He then said what are you doing Monday, I said I'm at work Monday 6am till 2.30pm then pick my Wife up at 5pm.... He new he was only up the road from me and said he wanted a visit, first thing in the morning about 5.10am before work then another straight from work around 2.45pm and at 4pm before collecting your wife.. . I thought WTF .... And just said yes of course... Again letting myself down. I turned up at 5.10am where he let me in still in robe, he was tall and stocky not that it mattered, he sent me with my bag into the bathroom to get ready.. Then he suddenly shouted forget getting ready just put a wig on as I can't be bothered this early.. oh ok so I grabbed my wig, brushed the long blonde hair and went into the bedroom where he grabbed a pillow and threw it on the floor between the bed and the wall which was quite tight.... He said that's for you so I went over and knelt on it, he squeezed past still with robe on and sat down on the edge of the bed in front of me, he then lay back, and spread his legs placing them on the wall behind me, his large thick Co ck hanging there smooth shaven, Head back ready, just calling to me to help myself.... Not that I had a choice. He just said help yourself and let yourself out when you have done, he was right over the edge as he was well supported on the wall, his smooth sacks were hanging too, not too big just nice, I lifted his large shaft with my hand and cupped his head in my mouth, wetting and sucking best I could, as he started to get harder I switched to two hands, wanking and sucking at the same time, I got used as he got hard, his co ck like mine was very flexible and could lie flat and co ck straight out into my mouth, as time was short I switched to Sucking as tight as I could behind his co ck head a couple of inches back and forth concentrating on moving the loose skin making the most sensation possible, luckily after several intensive minutes he suddenly sat up, grabbed my head, re inserted his co ck, and with his big hands held my head firm and used me to Head Fu ck, sliding me up and down his shaft, on odd occasions making me gag as he hit my throat... He was getting faster, and started to moan. . He said Don't Waste any .. Suddenly he paused with co ck head just in, and a massive blast filled my mouth, I swallowed as quick as I could, which was tricky with his thick load, my mouth was full again, I kept swallowing and then one last half blast, filled me again, eventually I swallowed it all up, he lay back and said clean up the drops and then go and I will see you later at 2:45pm I cleaned the last few drops as he shrank down, licked his eye a few last times making sure it was clean and serviced properly.. I left my bag ready and went to work.. .0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 2K Views2
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I wish I knew where I got this from, but whatever... I even like this combination, what about you?I wish I knew where I got this from, but whatever... I even like this combination, what about you?4 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 2K Views
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Is today a good day or a bad day? So running around doing work, meeting schedules and visiting family in down time. Then get home and sit down to dinner and break a front tooth! Mmm, wel it's been in there a while, and false due to a stupid young daft shite that liked motorbikes! So anyway, The bit that broke could possibly be superglued back in?? maybe not! Or an expensive trip to the extortionate feckin dentist! Now I could say that I could do sexual acts for cash! But that is against the rules on here, and who wants a bint with half a domino missing? So thinking I could just build a new one from modelling hard putty or something like that!Is today a good day or a bad day? So running around doing work, meeting schedules and visiting family in down time. Then get home and sit down to dinner and break a front tooth! Mmm, wel it's been in there a while, and false due to a stupid young daft shite that liked motorbikes! So anyway, The bit that broke could possibly be superglued back in?? maybe not! Or an expensive trip to the extortionate feckin dentist! Now I could say that I could do sexual acts for cash! But that is against the rules on here, and who wants a bint with half a domino missing? So thinking I could just build a new one from modelling hard putty or something like that! 😁
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Was feeling spicy in my new heels this weekend hope everyone has had a lovely Monday xxWas feeling spicy in my new heels this weekend 😋 hope everyone has had a lovely Monday 🥰😘xx14 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 2K Views
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Girls and Guys on this app i just wanted to let you guys know that my phone is currently being fixed for the billionth time this year lol I'm very clumsy sometimes so don't expect new pics of me until my phone gets fixed again and my pc doesn't have a camera :(Girls and Guys on this app i just wanted to let you guys know that my phone is currently being fixed for the billionth time this year lol I'm very clumsy sometimes so don't expect new pics of me until my phone gets fixed again and my pc doesn't have a camera :(
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Don't forget to back up your profile in case you get booted or cannot get on for any reason. Click on your profile icon top right, go to settings, My Information. Select the items you wish to save (best to do all), then Submit. You will then get a Download option. Save the file to somewhere safe. If you then cannot get on the site under your old account, recreate it or a new one, once done then upload the saved file and all your info, inc. pics, friends, etc will be reset.Don't forget to back up your profile in case you get booted or cannot get on for any reason. Click on your profile icon top right, go to settings, My Information. Select the items you wish to save (best to do all), then Submit. You will then get a Download option. Save the file to somewhere safe. If you then cannot get on the site under your old account, recreate it or a new one, once done then upload the saved file and all your info, inc. pics, friends, etc will be reset.
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Not dressed in a while, wondering if a new wig and knickers will help. Shopping always helps right? I'm thinking long straight black hair and lace....Not dressed in a while, wondering if a new wig and knickers will help. Shopping always helps right? I'm thinking long straight black hair and lace....3 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 2K Views
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******* took me shopping today. Got 3 new silk night gowns, alot of cute pants and 4 new short skirt dresses. Starting to think she likes to see me swing under a skirt hehe.Goddess took me shopping today. Got 3 new silk night gowns, alot of cute pants and 4 new short skirt dresses. Starting to think she likes to see me swing under a skirt hehe.
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