I borrowed this from a foodie blogger.
You may thank her for your laughter-induced ab workout.
😀 😀 😀 HAPPY FRIDAY! 😀 😀 😀
Make of it what you will:
And am I the only one who finds hilarity in the fact that it’s inflatable?
I have no idea who comes up with this stuff…
But I want their job.
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Oh, and to give credit where credit is due: I found this pic on this crazy chick‘s blog.
I’m not responsible for what you may or may not find there.
Yadda, yadda, blah, blah.
I have been known, from time to time, to leave my marks on the Mister.
I bite.
I bind.
I pinch.
I scratch.
I spank.
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But today, instead of wearing my handprints on his ass…
My husband is wearing my footprints.
On his pecs.
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Sorry to disabuse your trampling fantasies, but here’s the deal:
I was on my back this morning…
With my feet on his chest…
And my knees butterflied…
While he lay over me..
And fucked into me…
And bottomed out…
Against my cervix…
Repeatedly…
For half an hour.
*Shiver*
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Apparently my toes curl when I cum.
And right before I cum.
And during the moments leading up to the time right before I cum.
Who knew?
And when my toes curl into his chest…
They leave marks.
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Hunh.
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Wonder if I hurt him…?
Meh. I doubt it.
And if I did? Well, let’s just call it…
The agony of da feet…