Name an old artist you would have let have their way with you when they were younger.
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>>66502500
George Harrison at 17
Grace Slick of Jefferson Airplane. My god.
>>66502611
So basically george harrison before the awful haircut
throbbing gristle
>>66502737
Excuse me sir, it prefers to be called Arthur.
Even though he's almost more attractive now
>>66502500
Bowie at all ages
I'd let him show me who's the Boss
>>66503945
that's not nico
Debbie Harry. I might still even now a days.
>>66503945
Except that's Kate Moss
>>66502685
this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WAJJE5Wo_OY
>>66504010
She better be getting some checks from this Suicide Squad movie
I would let her do everything to me
>>66504102
I was thinking she's not that old but nah she's 50 now damn
I was young, far too young. He was wintering in Kent, whoever 'he' was. I may have convinced myself that it was all a dream. I first saw him when he held the door for me at the local railway museum, and our paths crossed again in the library; we both reached for the same copy of Nabokov's Pale Fire as he hummed the vocal melody of Van Morrison’s Cyprus Avenue. Our hands brushed, and we looked to each other – I with a nervous smile, he with a grin that has now come to haunt my mind's eye whenever I allow my thoughts to wander as I am taken in by the motorik rhythms of certain popular German progressive rock bands. "Take it," he said. "I much prefer his earlier work." I thanked him and turned to leave, but as I did so he grabbed my dress and tugged me back, forcefully wrapping his arm about my waist and pushing my bottom against the rock of his crotch. I respected the policies of the library too much to scream. He pressed his nose to my scalp – "You're a soft little machine, aren't you? Mhm... seven out of ten." For reasons I still do not entirely comprehend, his judgement relaxed me. I told him my train was not leaving for another hour and he led me back to his cottage. Foreplay consisted of him slapping me about the face and asking "What does my baby say?" until I tearfully replied with "W-we can live in the empty spaces of this life." I do not wish to recall the rest of the afternoon in any more detail, but it was, as you would expect, slow, deep, and hard. Part of my therapy has involved revisiting the library, wherein I overheard a man at the desk enquiring as to where he could find a book on the Beatles. The look that crept upon the librarian’s face is one with which I am all too familiar. My smile is stuck, I cannot go back to your frownland…
>>66504221
10/10 fapped to it
>>66502881
Big kek
kate bush
robert smith
