Ok, so this image is from Eros Blog. But the question is, does it creep you out? I think it’s hot. Very hot. The scariness of the big hairy spider enhances the loveliness of the breast. I look at that and I want to brush the spider aside and start to lick and suck and […]
Ok, so this image is from Eros Blog.
But the question is, does it creep you out?
I think it’s hot. Very hot. The scariness of the big hairy spider enhances the loveliness of the breast. I look at that and I want to brush the spider aside and start to lick and suck and bite. Move it, Hairy, that’s mine!
Yet most of the commenters on Eros seem to have another opinion. Click the photo to see that full size — whattaya think?
Oddly enough? I want to pet the spider. huh.
Of course you do.
Which is only one of the reasons I adore you.
Somebody ought to shave that spider, in keeping with the fashion of the times.
That nipple does look mighty tasty. I love it when they get all crinkly.
I’m surprisingly neutral about the spider. Doesn’t turn me on or squick me. Just sort of, eh.
Yeah, Ray, other than under the arms. You know, hair right there, that’s ok with me.
I have a momentary whoosh of breath intake…oh my, there’s a spider on me…but then I think it would FEEL delightful. Soft, delicate, just the slightest hint of furriness. Like a soft delicate tongue approaching my nipple before things get heated.
I loathe spiders, and that woman would loathe me once I smashed the dreadful beast onto her lovely, naked breast.
I think it’s cool. I’d feed it crickets and give it a pretty name.
Uh… the spider, I mean.
Though the breast is lovely and needs a pretty name as well, though probably no crickets…