littleye1

[littleye1]

Thats what im talking about.

Probably someones wife.

The First Stranger

I was in a Banana Republic store, looking at skirts when I felt him behind me and then just the very lightest touch of his finger or thumb on the back of my neck just under my ponytail. I have a very vivid memory of feeling excited rather than scared as he moved along my shoulder. I didn’t move away and then I felt his breath on my ear as he whispered “I knew you were a good girl, what’s your name?” I managed to mumble an answer. “I’ll buy this skirt for you if you’ll be a good girl for me.” I didn’t need him to buy the skirt for me and yet the offer and his hand now resting on my lower back and slowly pulling my dress upwards had me simply whimpering a “yes” in response. I followed him quietly out of the store and towards what I had hoped was a private spot and instead was the men’s room. He pulled me in after checking to see if it was empty and led me to one of the stalls. As I sat on the closed seat he unzipped and without another word simply pulled my mouth on to his cock. The scent and taste were not pleasant and yet I didn’t pull back, I liked the sounds he was making, and when I looked up the expression on his face only made me more eager. I still remember the awful taste of his cum as he came in my mouth and held me by my hair to make sure I couldn’t pull away. Any thoughts I had about being done were quickly dispelled by him pushing me up against the wall and sliding two fingers inside me. He called me names that I hadn’t been called before as his fingers went in and out ever more aggressively. As I shivered and creamed on his fingers and only his grip on me kept me upright when I came, he simply whispered “let’s get that skirt for you now, little whore.”

[littleye1]

Tony Montana

Say hello to my little friend

[littleye1]

So fkn fine

So fkn beautiful

So fkn succesful

Tattoos look so fkn ugly

bruluccas

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[littleye1]

As i sit here tonight smoking a cigar. I reflect as A proud Cuban, what this day holds and the deep meaning for me. My parents both escaped communism in Cuba. A courageous couple who left everything behind in pursuit of freedom. Their grit, faith, and love for liberty set the table for their future generations to dream bigger, live freer, and strive harder.

Their American journey was only possible because brave men and women laid down their lives to protect the values that make this country a beacon of hope.

Families like mine know what it's like to live without freedom-and that's why we cherish it so deeply.

I joined the Marines to pay back this country for what it has done for them, my brother, family and friends.

Today, we honor the fallen. We carry their legacy forward. And we give thanks for the country they fought to protect.

[littleye1]

Extremely sexy

Brandi

Dammmm

[littleye1]

Hell yea

45-47

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#CubanMusic

#LosVanVan

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Dammm

That color

[littleye1]

One of the sexiest fitness models

@ultrafit

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Great pic

[littleye1]

My fave two colors

Yellow and white

[littleye1]

How we do in the 305

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Great pic

[littleye1]

100%

[littleye1]

Fkn amazing

Love those abs

Ida Bergfoth

[littleye1]

What is her name?