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Diana seems to delight in showing me her ass and her thighs. Who am I to complain?

An old friend sent me a video, and I cried.

On Thanksgiving, I have much to be thankful for. But this post isn’t so much about those things.

A woman on the subway, mostly hidden, entirely captivating.

The muse is fickle, and so am I.

A beautiful woman’s face, obscured.

A monthly compendium of smut from around the web.

I imagine myself at the center of everyone’s decision-making. This makes me vitally important. And profoundly vulnerable.

I want to go down on Ivy. Seriously.

A glimpse into my tastes for personal porn production among my distant buddies.