Here's the video: [link] (That is, ready to download. You can't watch it online.)
Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Thank you so much. Also, yay for fast airport downloads. 76% 77%...
Boarding now.....
I love you Teppy! So much joy packed into 8-1/2 minutes. Thank you.
Outta here. New Orleans here I come.
Bye Laura, have fun!
I'm so glad they found your purse, Askye.
The sad part is that I was weeks late on being able to see the Jessica and Steph vids.
Oh hey! That's what I needed to do now that I have interbunny again! Thanks!
And thanks Teppy for re-posting.
My cat is sitting on the recliner avidly watching the Chisellers episode of Life of Mammals. At least he hasn't launched himself at the TV. Yet.
bitches has been a little porn-less for my taste lately.
Hey, I've been busy!
Um...here:
The bricks ground into the tender skin of her back, but she didn't care. His tongue dove into her mouth like a hot, wet Greg Louganis, and she kissed him back fiercely, the mingled flavors of tequila and Glenmoranagie where their lips met as intoxicating as the rough feel of his hands on the bare skin of her stomach. Those hands moved higher, skimming over the cups of her bra, and deftly popping the front clasp. Liberated from their lacy Bastille, her breast spilled free into his calloused palms. O liberte! O equalite! O...M&M's!
They both looked down as about fifteen M&M's clattered to the paving stones at their feet.
"Are those M&M's?" he asked incredulously.
I knew I should have worn a turtleneck, she thought as he reached up to pluck off a lone candy, clinging to the bottom curve of her left breast.
"Melts in your mouth, not in your bra?" she joked weakly.
He fingered the candy thoughtfully, a wry quirk to his lipstick be-smeared mouth. He cracked the candy between his thumb and forefinger, and the chocolate, liquified by the heat of her body, oozed out.
"Melts in your mouth, not in your hands, I always heard," he whispered as he rubbed the chocolate lightly over one breast. "Let me find out..."
Now I know why I can't get the guys! I don't have M&Ms in my bra!
I went back to sleep for over 3 hours.
Shouldn't that have gotten rid of the gronk?
Whoever posted a link to that Nickelback "Photograph" vid, heeee. That was rather amusing.
I know I'm supposed to hate Nickelback, but I can't help liking them. The songs are catchy, even if the lyrics are often questionable.
Shouldn't that have gotten rid of the gronk?
Yes. An hour didn't get rid of my gronk and, unfortunately, no one magically cleaned my apartment while I was asleep.