That Cut Away In Sexy Beast Of Ian McShane Getting Railed In The Shower, Throwing His Head Back In Slow

That cut away in Sexy Beast of Ian McShane getting railed in the shower, throwing his head back in slow motion as water flies off his dark curls, his face contorted in pain and pleasure and his mouth crying out in his ecstasy

I can see his face. I can feel his hair. I can hear his grandma's screams. I can smell his brains. The memories of him are as sticky as his blood.

How much water will it take to wash them away?

I'm not like other girls. They just wanna fuck Clancy Brown.

I'm going to Dom him.

It was hotter at the bar cuddling and snuggling. He was oddly less attractive naked than he was fully clothed. I wished he was a woman and wished I was home and wished he would dick me down hard and fast and I wished we could just cuddle. He was perfectly obediant, and painfully handsome and I wish I wanted him

I've been at work for 28 hours with 20 left to go. My partner's in taking a shower and blasting a yeehaw cover of I Write Sins Not Tragedies. My boss is at his desk snoring loud enough to make his keyboard rattle. His partner is changing and washing his uniform for the 3rd time in 4 hours. Who knows why. I haven't left this building since I walked in 28 hours ago.

D'Arcy Carden is so beautiful oh my god