I am obsessed with David’s crotch. It’s consuming my life.
I want David Tennant to use me. To just utterly wreck me with the singular intention of bringing himself pleasure.
I’m gonna take David Tennant somewhere private and rape him.
We should gang bang this bastard.
I don’t have a foot fetish -at all-. EXCEPT when it comes to David’s feet.
David Tennant’s ass. I need it.
He’s naked, lying on black satin sheets, which contrast sharply with his pale white skin. His long, elegant fingers are wrapped around his cock as he slowly, expertly strokes himself to full hardness. His eyes are closed. His mouth is open. His tongue flicks out to wet his lower lip. The continual slide of his warm hand over sensitive, smooth skin draws his climax nearer. A tiny moan escapes his throat and he tips his head back into the pillow and then he’s coming. Gasping. Beautiful.
I’m pretty sure my boyfriend would forgive me if I were to somehow have sex with David Tennant. In fact, my boyfriend is like 95% straight, but I think he might even join in.
Ohhh, David. I want to strip you naked, kneel before you, take your gorgeous cock in my mouth, and pleasure you until you come pouring down my throat.
David… I need to sit on your face.
I may or may not have just masturbated to the sound of David Tennant’s voice.
I want David Tennant to be my own personal dress-up doll.
WHY DOES DAVID ALWAYS SHOW OFF HIS CROTCH AND UNBUTTON HIS SHIRTS SO LOW AND THEN PRETEND LIKE HE DOESN’T KNOW HE’S SEXY??!?