I know she’s not smoking….but look at that fucking ass!! it’s unreal! i wouldn’t be able to take my hands off of it!! Now imagine she’s cooking up a nice shot of China White for ya??? Huh? Huuuh??
This is great baby, really hot. But I swear to god, if that ash touches my cock we are going to have some serious problems…
She’s got it. From the look in her eyes, to the smoke…she’s got: ”I’m gonna smoke out your cock and then fuck you hard tonight” written all over her. Unless I’m dyslexic and she’s saying: ”You left the milk out again last night and it spolied. So your coffee you were saying was so good this morning? I pee’d in it.” She’s saying one of the two, I know she is.
Peace to everyone who follows my blog. Thank You.
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Who the fuck is this??? Name anyone? WOW
If I have any female followers who would like to chat, Mr. Black Tar & I are about to get together.
As posted over on my sister blog: hard4Red.tumblr.com:
Got a little sappy here, but it gives you a peek into who I really am, deep down inside.
The dark dark auburn. Like you can barely see there’s a hint of red there. Like the time you’re at a coffee shop. Our drinks are delivered and both of us have our heads in our phones unfortunately. You look up and there’s a bit of sunlight coming through the window just hitting her hair and you see that auburn shade just jump out at you, like it does in our bedroom sometimes. I smile. She looks up, gorgeous green eyes looking at me. She says with a little smile: What?? What is it it? Is there something on my face? No sweetheart, I answer. You are just beautiful, that’s all. Our smiles fill the room. I call those snapshot moments. You take a mental Polaroid of the moment and you put it away to reflect back on another day. Unfortunately someone so dear to me ended up killing something very beautiful due to a mental illness. A relationship that never should have died. An engagement. But those snapshot’s. They get me through the bad days where all I can think about is negativity. I go back and I find one. I pour a cup of coffee, have a cigarette and look at it in my head. I find simple moments, that for anyone else, that moment would have come and gone without a second thought. Like the time I was standing behind her in the kitchen and she was preparing a salad. I stood behind her and slowly just lightly fell into her. My body pressed against hers. I could smell her through her hair. Intoxicating. A scent that belongs to her and her alone. I put my arm around her waist and I whispered: I love you baby. She took her arm and reached back and pulled my head towards her and we kissed. Those keep me sane. Those give me hope. For that I shall meet another who smells even better, and is even sexier making a salad than anyone else in this world. I can’t wait until we meet.
I know I know, There’s no cigarette but the black hair. The red lips. The tats. The eyes. The small, very tight body. Perfection in every way…
"Hot Cuban Woman Smoking Cigar" This is the pinnacle of my blog. It will never get better than this pic. I mean look at her…she’s ridiculously hot! C’mon, you don’t think so? Why are all of you looking at me like that? Fuck You then! She’s all mine! C’mon baby, let’s go get you something soft to eat and then change your diaper.
Just another day in my house…