The only cock, hole and body you should ever crave for are mine and only mine. Period. Jung, JH.

🤲🤗 Jung, JH.

Come here and give me your warmth before I freeze to death, Jung, JH..

Daddy. Jung, JH.

The (drunk) me today is not the me tomorrow.

Good morning. I woke up with the urge to get my hands dirty in the bloody kinda way.

I’m excellent in French, but beyond amazing in French kissing, so what do you say, Jung, JH.?

Donne-moi un baisé, Jung, JH..

Fucking hell, you’re so.. cute I want to kiss the living daylights out of you, husband.

Husband has a poor memory and was wondering if either of us contracted blue balls so this one’s to refresh your memory, dimple boy. ;) Jung, JH.

For someone who made me bleed and had me limping, he seems utterly shy.

Come back and love me, husband. Jung, JH.

Look at the stuff I resort to when Jung, JH. isn’t around.

Rise and sin, I’m still alive and kicking, back by unpopular demand or whatever they call it nowadays.

How ironic that they stuff me in a white suit when I prefer my clothes drenched in the blood of those who assume they stand a chance against me in a duel. To make it worse, this shot looks like there’s a fucking halo attached to me. At least they made me look drop-dead gorgeous.

Happy birthday, Jung, JH.. Here’s your present. Don’t worry, I’m not a corpse.

Me, unprovoked.

New year, same shit. I still miss my husband but he’ll never hear about this nor will he witness me confess this personally to his face.