Oh come on. She’s not even playing. 

Honey, I’ve been you may times. And sitting backwards on a chair, barely looking at the gaming system? So not how it goes.

Shoot this again. Show me his hunger and heat, and juxtapose it against her indifferent distraction. Make me see that he wants it bad enough to take whatever careless and disinterested attention she can spare from Mario and Luigi. Then I’m down for it.

I feel that he is her degenerate second-year psychology professor.

She is a lazy, petulant student, and his inexcusable lechery makes them a dysfunctionally perfect match.

Her final grade? B-minus.

The grade just average enough to satisfy their arrangement, the minus there just to make a point, remind her who was in control. 

I love this swinging sixties scientist cocksucking party.

I want them to be the solemn idealists working on the Nevada Test Site. They defended their liaisons mathematically: the risk of the profession; the heat and familiarity and lack of women contributing to the fever that came over their bodies; the taboos seeming meaningless when they architected apocalypse in their day jobs.

None acknowledged how badly they wanted this. 

It’s true, she is probably only fucking you to collect data for her socio-anthropology thesis.

Wait, do you care? Look at her. You’d trade a hundred stupid, smitten girls to spend one morning in the detached intellectualism of her gaze, tracing the beauty marks on her smooth, strong stomach.

(Source: josephtran)

HOLY CRAP NAKED DALEK SEX PARTY?!!

That couldn’t be more up my alley if James Franco and Josh Hartnett both lept out from behind that robot wearing jean shorts and “GLITTER MUFF LOVERS” tattoos on their abs to a Biggie Smalls soundtrack.

I bet her boyfriend wears glasses and has soft hands. I want to look him in the eyes when I pull down her Superman underwear and lick her pink pussy from bottom to top.

Why can’t I meet more couples like this at clubs, looking for cute perverted girls like me to bring home and fuck while playing Biggie tapes on their retro boombox?

Turn around.

I want to press you against the wall, pull out a strap-on and fuck that look off your face.

(Source: libraryvixen)

When the apocalypse comes, this is basically going to be my bunker.

I think I’ll actually prefer life underground.

If this were my girl, she would have clear instructions to NEVER take those glasses off.

And possibly to get a job in a library just so she could sexually boss me between the stacks, but that can wait. Yes. That can wait.