quiet exhibition

​Something new. This feels very vulnerable to share and I am shaking a little bit as I publish this post, please enjoy.
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MumbleBroth78
Those saucily, lascivious logistics demonstrated by the short clip are hilarious. The longer-form clip opens wide with ambient highway roar, woozy diagonals and a provocative poking tongue rearing over feral, horny teeth. Erin's conspiratorial smile, adolescent, excitable demeanour and active offscreen hand betrays the partial resolution of an unbridled urge illustrated archly by that closer aspect of burning, bulging phallus; attended to with a flimsy screen of exhausted leather jacket interposed between it and the prying outer realm of jaded revelry. Then, the freshly parked car permits the next stage of carnal collaboration to be conjured into furtive fleshiness; disembodied, slurping ,whinnies from her and plunging sighs stirred up with guttural gasps from him. That floating melody of applied fellatio - filtered through my headphones - settles somewhere behind my bruised eyes and I am a collaborator also. Then, we hard-cut to some kind of semi-abandoned municipal carpark for the culmination of the loin-surge delayed by familial duties and cosy repression. Situational sex while retaining layers of comfortable clothing is a skill that ,once acquired, should never be underestimated. A sweeter pair of rutting 'knitwearers' could scarce be imagined and that pert rump rubbed between insulated top-layers - while the postponed squirt is slickly encouraged - is a vision of fine festive frolicking. The cars bonnet - that platform for reindeer-style hind worship - bears mute witness to the chilly grind-fest as my vision is mugged by the prominent 'I love FRIES' big button precariously pinned to her shuddering baseball cap. The aptness of that is delicious; it works a grin from by mouth as her tongue is glazed by a warm spoonful of ersatz brandy butter. That last giggle is gorgeous but the terminal shot of of Erin hauling her leggings back into a semblance of respectability was the moment my cold soul was reheated and served up as fresh. This is my definition of a Christmas wish made manifest. Thank you both for restoring my faith in Yuletide cheer.



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MumbleBroth78
I've perused the big clip numerous times now and my brain feels increasingly insubstantial; it's as if its compound mass is being transmogrified, to be replaced - in form and function - by an elaborate basket conjured from spun sugar. Now, each and every childish thought that I entertain merely induces my teeth to throb and my gums to itch. I'll put my - late-onset - diabetic deliriums down to you and your partner's wicked way with non-sacharrine naughtiness of the moreish kind.