This is for me to search tumblr for the most beautiful porn and then reblog it.
nudeworldorder:

Submitted by Zae.

nudeworldorder:

Submitted by Zae.

erosmatutinus:

hairy crotch + tiny tits = lovely

erosmatutinus:

hairy crotch + tiny tits = lovely

(Source: pornocandy, via ilovehairywomen)

bbwmatch:

Sweet, soft and sexy.

bbwmatch:

Sweet, soft and sexy.

jenmontibello:

I’m so happy I lost my hair!When I open my eyes in the morning I look at my phone to find out if I should rush out of bed because I’m falling behind my daily schedule or if I could just enjoy the comfort of my bed… Sometimes I feel happy because at the same time I was I reading a message from someone I love. Or I could tell from the sun shining through my curtains that it is going to be a nice day outside.Sometimes I wake up feeling tired because I didn’t get enough sleep. Probably because I was spending a late night talking on the phone with someone that I care about, looking at a documentary or just surfing the internet.
What I realised when I woke up this morning… Is that I am so happy that I don’t have any hair. I am feeling so happy that I could cry. Thank all the higher powers that I lost my hair.
Because when I lost my hair at the age 11 I was pretty much a unwritten book. I had spent 6 years of my life at home with my mother and my brothers before we started school. We spent our days playing football outside our house, build a tree house in the forrest right outside or play a game with our neighbours kids.My hair had never been important before. When I was four I found a scissors and I cut all the hair off on one side and before I could cut more off my mother ran in and stopped me. When I got a couple of years older I always wore my hair in a slick pony tail. Because otherwise it was in the way when I was climbing the tree house and it was in the way when I was running from being chased by my brothers.
But then I became a teenager that started to lose her hair… A young teen that started to understand what was important to others, not to her: What she looked like. It took me 23 years to understand a little bit of what is important to me and not what is expected to be important to me.I know understand that I would not have came this far with opening my eyes to what is really important to me in my life if it wasn’t for me loosing my hair. I believe I am a better me! All because I lost my hair…

jenmontibello:

I’m so happy I lost my hair!

When I open my eyes in the morning I look at my phone to find out if I should rush out of bed because I’m falling behind my daily schedule or if I could just enjoy the comfort of my bed… 

Sometimes I feel happy because at the same time I was I reading a message from someone I love. Or I could tell from the sun shining through my curtains that it is going to be a nice day outside.

Sometimes I wake up feeling tired because I didn’t get enough sleep. Probably because I was spending a late night talking on the phone with someone that I care about, looking at a documentary or just surfing the internet.

What I realised when I woke up this morning… Is that I am so happy that I don’t have any hair. I am feeling so happy that I could cry. Thank all the higher powers that I lost my hair.

Because when I lost my hair at the age 11 I was pretty much a unwritten book. I had spent 6 years of my life at home with my mother and my brothers before we started school. We spent our days playing football outside our house, build a tree house in the forrest right outside or play a game with our neighbours kids.

My hair had never been important before. When I was four I found a scissors and I cut all the hair off on one side and before I could cut more off my mother ran in and stopped me. When I got a couple of years older I always wore my hair in a slick pony tail. Because otherwise it was in the way when I was climbing the tree house and it was in the way when I was running from being chased by my brothers.


But then I became a teenager that started to lose her hair… A young teen that started to understand what was important to others, not to her: What she looked like. 


It took me 23 years to understand a little bit of what is important to me and not what is expected to be important to me.
I know understand that I would not have came this far with opening my eyes to what is really important to me in my life if it wasn’t for me loosing my hair. 

I believe I am a better me! All because I lost my hair…

(via baldnbeautiful)

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