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I have to believe that even if something seems like it cannot be fixed it doesn’t mean it’s broken.

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Christian Fucking Grey Appreciation [x]

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I’m totally in love with my new icon. Thanks to @slipintosomethingdarker. I love yooooou ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

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Anastasia Grey vr. Gia Matteo 

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The happiest of birthdays to you!!!

You’re the cuties person that I’ve never met. ❤❤❤❤

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I need to change my sidebar. Any advice of the new Fifty Shades Freed trailer?

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I wake with a start. It’s light and my head is aching, throbbing at my temples. Oh no. I hope I don’t have a hangover. Cautiously, I open my eyes and notice the bedroom chair has moved, and Christian is sitting in it. He’s wearing his tux, and the end of his bowtie is peeping out of the breast pocket. I wonder if I’m dreaming. His left arm is draped over the chair, and in his hand he holds a cut glass tumbler of amber liquid. Brandy? Whiskey? I have no idea. One long leg is crossed at the ankle over his knee. He’s wearing black socks and dress shoes. His right elbow rests on the arm of the chair, his hand up to his chin, and he’s slowly running his index finger rhythmically back and forth over his lower lip. In the early morning light, his eyes burn with grave intensity but his general expression is completely unreadable.

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“This is very revealing,” he murmurs. His hand skims lower, over my backside and down to my naked thigh. He pauses, gray eyes burning intently into blue. Then slowly he trails his fingers back up to the hem of my skirt. Watching his long fingers move lightly, teasingly across my skin, feeling the tingles they leave in their wake, my mouth forms a perfect O. “It’s not far from here.” He touches the hem, then moves his fingers higher. “To here,” he whispers. I gasp as his fingers stroke my sex, moving tantalizingly over my panties, feeling me, teasing me. “And your point is?” I whisper. “My point is . . . it’s not far from here”—his fingers glide over my panties, then one is inside, against my soft dampened flesh— “to here. And then . . . to here.” He slips a finger inside me. I gasp and make a soft mewling sound. “This is mine,” he murmurs in my ear. Closing his eyes, he moves his finger slowly in and out of me. “I don’t want anyone else to see this.” My breath stutters, my panting matching the rhythm of his finger. Watching him in the mirror, doing this . . . it’s beyond erotic. “So be a good girl and don’t bend down, and you should be fine.”

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where do u get ur psds? could u maybe share the ones u made urself?

Hello anon! Yes, I make my own psd’s, but if your still interested on it, maybe I can made some pack of coloring. Let me know :) 

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Married sex version

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“I’ve never won a Hollywood Film Award, but that’s okay…. I can tonight, if you want me to.”

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REQUEST OPEN

Send me an ask or a message! :)

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Fifty Shades of Parallels [10/]

— requested —

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Mr. and Mrs. Grey. 

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Fifty Shades Freed Official Trailer.

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