Luckiest Jack: Done! Jill even calls it a blow-your-mind-job!
Jill: Thanks, Jack. You know I love it.
(Source: dragonthings)
Smörgasbord: a buffet meal of various hot and cold hors d’oeuvres, salads, casserole dishes, meats, cheeses, etc. [Swedish smörgs sandwich + bord table]
Jack: One of the benefits of populating a tumblr whose address contains the farcical term "smutgasboard" is that you get to post whatever the Hell you want that might be construed as “smut”. This blog is a smorgasbord of tasteful nude art, utterly filthy smut, fine art, music, erotic stories, humor, and some nasty office banter. Try searching the tagged items if you want a more specialized selection of nastiness. Please do not view this site if you are not of legal age.
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Did you notice the way your wife kept touching her jaw like it was sore for a couple of days after that night she went out ‘with her friends’ and disappeared until 3am? His name is Jack and she can’t wait to see him again. And next time, it won’t just be her jaw that is sore.
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Luckiest Jack: Done! Jill even calls it a blow-your-mind-job!
Jill: Thanks, Jack. You know I love it.
(Source: dragonthings)
Jill: Probably my favorite position.
Jack: Well, let’s get back to that bench on the hill then, shall we?
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Jack: You can leave your shooz on, Jill.
Jill: You can leave your pants on, just like him though.
(Source: handsomeandhorny)
Jack: Thanks for flashing me My pussy today, Jill. You’re so damned erotic. I loved how you straddled my face while I was doing my sit-ups and let me work my finger into your tight folds.
(Source: sashainoctober)
Jill: That was a weiner wednesday post.
Jack: Damn. It almost doesn’t count tho. The tip was already into Thursday.
Jack: Ready for some of that, Jill?
(Source: thebadboys)
Jill: Did you see Google today? I just unzipped.
Jack: Good girl. How about some office sex?
Jill: I’d love to.
(Source: sponge24)
Jack: Well…if you and Jolie “insist”…
(Source: profoundsatisfaction)
Jill: I’m going to get a salad today. Want one?
Jack: Salad? Yes. Got a new dressing for you to try…
…Just say “when”…
Jill: Say when to what?
Jack: …How much of my nasty dressing you want on your salad…[laughing][laughing][laughing]
I know…I’m sick.
Jack: I try to picture what you might look like posting your nasty pics in the morning…something like this, maybe?