#company bumpers

[yeowninefive]

Mime En Blanche - Stay Tuned

"Stay tuned after the feature for never-before-seen footage!" (The MEB project isn't over yet! I still got a few more posters and frames in the works.)

[stone-cold-groove]

The following program is brought to you in living color on NBC.

[athetos]

According to the official German Donkey Kong 64 website, Tiny Kong is a tax collector. Just thought you guys should know.

[alloylove]

Alloy Wheels Price in Australia

Changing the wheels of your car can drastically change its look and performance. However, choosing the right wheels is crucial to ensuring a good fit and an overall satisfactory experience.

The top wheel brands in Australia offer various options for both style and function.

You should consider a few important factors when selecting wheels, including: Brand, Material, Design, and Fitment.

Brand

Choosing the right wheels for your vehicle can make a huge difference to its appearance and performance. It’s important to choose a brand with a good reputation in the industry, as well as a warranty for peace of mind.

Alloy wheels price in Australia are more expensive to manufacture, process and repair than steel rims, but they offer superior strength and style. They’re also lighter, which reduces strain on suspension and other components.

Alloy wheels are available in a wide range of styles and finishes, making them a great choice for any style or budget. They can also be custom-made to match the specific requirements of your vehicle. However, it’s important to check compatibility and bolt pattern before purchasing. Also, look for a wheel that complements your car’s colour scheme and aesthetic. JAX Tyres offers a free online Wheel Selector tool to help you find the perfect wheel for your vehicle. The wheel selector will let you choose a wheel style and change its colour to see how it looks on your vehicle.

Material

Alloy wheels offer a number of benefits for car owners, including a more appealing aesthetic and improved driveability. They are often lighter than steel wheels, which reduces unsprung weight and improves handling and fuel efficiency. They also disperse heat more effectively and are less susceptible to corrosion than their steel counterparts.

One-piece cast alloy wheels are the most common type of alloy wheel, and they feature a wide range of design options. They are manufactured by pouring molten metal into a mold, which allows for intricate designs and finishes. The finished wheels are durable and affordable, making them a popular choice for vehicle owners.

Another common type of alloy wheel is forged wheels. They are made from a single piece of aluminum, and they are stronger and more lightweight than cast alloy wheels. Forged wheels are available in a variety of finishes, including polished, painted, and machined. Polished wheels have a shiny finish that catches the eye, while painted and machined wheels have a textured appearance.

Design

There are many different types of alloy wheels, and the right ones can make a huge difference to your vehicle’s appearance. In addition to enhancing the look of your car, they can also improve its handling and performance.

Alloy wheel repair company are typically lighter than steel wheels, reducing unsprung mass and improving handling. The reduced weight can also help to improve fuel economy. Additionally, alloy wheels are better at dissipating heat from the brakes, preventing them from overheating and failing in demanding driving conditions.

Another advantage of alloy wheels is that they are more resistant to rust than steel rims. However, alloy wheels can be expensive to repair or replace if they are damaged. In addition, if you fit alloy wheels to your car, it will be classified as a modification, and you may have to pay more for your insurance. Therefore, it is important to choose a set that matches your personal style and budget.

Fitment

Alloy wheels are typically the lighter choice compared to steel wheels, and this can make a significant difference in handling and fuel efficiency. They also allow for a lower moment of inertia, which helps your car accelerate more quickly and handle better.

However, alloy wheels are also more prone to cosmetic damage such as scratches and scrapes compared to steel. This can affect the look of your vehicle and is a

major drawback for some drivers. However, there are a variety of services available that can repair and restore your alloy wheels, ensuring they remain in good condition.

The most popular type of alloy wheels are those that have been cast, with this process accounting for 90% of the OEM wheels used on new vehicles. However, there are other options such as flow-formed and forged wheels which have a similar strength to cast but are lighter due to their production methods.

[mojopress]

Make a Lasting Impression: Custom Business Card Design & Printing for Your Melbourne Events & Conferences

Are you planning a major event or conference in Melbourne? Do you want to make a lasting impact on potential clients, partners, and attendees? Then Business Card Printing Melbourne is crucial to your success. Your business card is often the first physical representation of your brand, and it's a powerful tool for creating a memorable and professional impression. A well-designed and printed card speaks volumes about your commitment to quality and attention to detail.

Unlock Your Brand's Potential: Custom Business Card Design and Printing in Melbourne

Beyond simply exchanging contact information, Business Card Design and Printing in Melbourne allows you to showcase your brand's personality and values. From bold and modern to elegant and sophisticated, the design possibilities are endless. A bespoke card design can reflect your company's unique aesthetic and communicate your core message effectively.

Beyond the Ordinary: Custom Business Cards Printing Melbourne for Unforgettable Experiences

Investing in Custom Business Cards Printing Melbourne can elevate your brand beyond the ordinary. With high-quality materials, unique finishes, and innovative printing techniques, you can create business cards that stand out from the crowd. Imagine handing out cards that feel luxurious in the hand, or feature striking details like raised lettering or metallic accents. This kind of personalization adds a touch of class and sophistication, leaving a lasting impression on your audience.

Why Choose Custom Business Cards for Your Melbourne Event?

Brand Consistency: Ensure all your event materials, including business cards, reflect a cohesive brand identity.

Professionalism: High-quality printing exudes professionalism and demonstrates your commitment to quality.

Networking Tool: Make it easy for attendees to connect with you and remember your brand.

Memorable Impression: Stand out from the competition with unique and impactful designs.

Targeted Communication: Customize your card design to reflect your event's theme or target audience.

Key Considerations for Business Card Design and Printing in Melbourne:

Target Audience: Who are you trying to reach with your business card?

Event Theme: Does your card design complement the overall theme of your event?

Brand Identity: Ensure your card design aligns with your brand's established visual style.

Materials & Finishes: Consider options like premium paper stocks, spot UV coating, or embossing to elevate the look and feel.

Information: Include essential details such as your name, title, company, website, contact information, and any relevant social media handles.

Call to Action: Consider adding a clear call to action to encourage interaction, such as a website address or a QR code.

Mojo Press: Your Partner for High-Quality Business Card Printing in Melbourne

At Mojo Press, we understand the importance of a strong visual presence and the power of a well-designed business card. We offer a comprehensive range of Business Card Printing Melbourne solutions, tailored to meet your specific needs and budget.

Here's what sets Mojo Press apart:

Unmatched Quality: We use only the finest printing techniques and materials to ensure exceptional results.

Creative Design: Our experienced design team can create stunning custom designs that capture your brand's essence.

Expert Advice: We're here to guide you through every step of the process, from design to delivery.

Competitive Pricing: We offer transparent pricing and competitive rates without compromising on quality.

Fast Turnaround Times: We understand the urgency of event deadlines and strive to meet your tightest timelines.

Beyond Business Cards: Printing Solutions for Your Entire Event

In addition to business cards, Mojo Press provides a comprehensive range of printing solutions for your Melbourne events and conferences, including:

Brochures & Leaflets: Communicate your event details, speaker bios, and important information.

Posters & Banners: Create impactful visuals to promote your event and brand.

Event Programs: Provide attendees with a comprehensive overview of your event schedule.

Name Badges: Identify attendees and make networking easier.

Table Tents & Signage: Direct attendees to key areas and create a cohesive event atmosphere.

Partner with Mojo Press for Unforgettable Event Printing Solutions

Whether you're organizing a small networking event or a large-scale conference, Mojo Press has the expertise and resources to deliver exceptional printing solutions that elevate your brand and enhance your event's success.

Your business card is more than just a piece of paper; it's a powerful marketing tool that can shape your brand's perception and leave a lasting impression on potential clients and partners. Business Card Printing Melbourne from Mojo Press offers the quality, creativity, and expertise you need to stand out from the crowd and make your event a success. With Mojo Press as your partner, you can focus on creating a memorable and impactful experience for your attendees while knowing your brand is represented with the highest level of professionalism and quality.

[nudityandnerdery]

"Profits for companies in some of the world’s largest economies rose by 30% between 2019 and 2022, significantly outpacing inflation, according to the group’s research of 1,350 firms across the U.S., the U.K., Europe, Brazil, and South Africa."

[camperdowncollision]

The Impact of Technology on Car Body Restoration in Sydney - Camperdown Collision Centre

Car body restoration is a process that requires skill, patience, and attention to detail. Over the years, the process has undergone significant changes, with technology playing an increasingly important role. In Sydney, car restoration shops have embraced technology to improve their services and provide their customers with high-quality results. Here are some of the ways technology has impacted car body restoration in Sydney. https://www.camperdowncollisioncentre.com.au/the-impact-of-technology-on-car-body-restoration-in-sydney/

[aurumacadicus]

In before I start seeing people bitching about rainbow capitalism MY favorite rainbow capitalism story is about Subaru. Yes the Japanese car company.

In the nineties, they were struggling. They were competing with a dozen other companies targeting the main demographic at the time: white men ages 18-35, especially after a failed luxury car launch with a new ad agency. “What we need is to focus on niche demographics,” they decided, and then focused on people who enjoyed the outdoors. The Subaru was excellent at driving on dirt roads that many other vehicles couldn’t at the time, so it was perfect for all those off-road campers; they started making all-wheel drive standard in all their cars to help with that. And the people who wanted cars to go do outdoor stuff? Lesbians.

Okay. Of course it wasn’t only lesbians buying Subarus. They’re on the list with educators, health-care professionals, and IT people. But the point is, this Japanese car company interviewed this strange demographic (single, female head of household) and realized one important factor: They were lesbians. They liked to be able to use the cars to go do outdoorsy stuff, and they liked that they could use the cars to haul stuff rather than a big truck or van. Subaru had a choice to make then. They had four other demographics they could market to, after all--the educators, the health-care professionals, IT professionals, and straight outdoorsy couples. Their company didn’t hinge on this one “problematic�� demographic.

And they decided “fuck it,” and marketed to lesbians anyway. This included offering benefits to American gay and lesbian employees for their domestic partners, so it didn’t look like a cash grab. (This was not a problem. They already offered those in Canada.)

Yes, there was some backlash. They got letters from a grassroots group accusing them of promoting homosexuality, and every letter said they’d no longer be buying from Subaru. “You didn’t buy from us before, either,” Subaru realized, and ignored them. It helped that the team really cared about the plan, and that they had many straight allies to back them up. There was also some initial backlash when Subaru hired women to play a lesbian couple in the commercial, but they quickly found that lesbians preferred more subtlety; “XENA LVR” on a license plate, or bumper stickers with the names of popular LGBTQ+ destinations, or taglines of “Get out. Stay out.” that could be used for the outdoors--or the closet.

Subaru said “We see you. We support you.” They sponsored Pride parades and partnered with Rainbow Card and hired Martina Navratilova as spokeswoman. They put their money where their mouth is and went into it whole hog. In a time where companies did not want to take our money, Subaru said, “Why not? They’re people who drive.” And that was groundbreaking.

[newswatchindia]

Year end offers: Jeep company is giving bumper offers of more than Rs 11 lakh discount on these SUVs..

[todays-xkcd]

Now that airlines have started adding wheel locks to their drink carts, less than half of flights have one accidentally fall out through the hole.

Typical Seating Chart [Explained]

Transcript Under the Cut

Typical Airliner Seating Chart [Labeled items of a plane from front to back:]

[Front of plane:] Cowcatcher

[Cockpit (2 seats):] Please only pick these seats if you're a pilot

[First Class section (22 seats):] Main stage Mosh pit Various fancy classes

[Wings (2 x 55 seats):] Some airplane companies waste this space

[Ends of wings (2 x 1 seat):] Lookout

[Propellers (2 x 1 seat):] Passenger has to pedal

[Middle of plane, just behind wings:] Hole for trash

[Left side of plane, behind wings (7 seats):] Sidecar

[Back of plane (24 seats):] Extra middle seats

[Just in front of tail (4 seats):] Bumper car seating

[Tail (1 seat):] Penthouse

[Hanging off of left side of tail (3 seats):] Extra legroom

[Tail (4 seats):] Tail gunners (Must protect plane from pursuers but earn extra miles)

[Separate, smaller plane to the right (14 seats):] Fighter escort

[pseudowho]

Fairs and carnivals were made for the winter, you felt; and the winter, made for them. Your friends had long-since abandoned you for the promise of an early night. Their company had been replaced with the sweetsmoke smells of toasting marshmallows, steaming stalls of culinary delights, and the tangled maelstrom of those in coats and scarves and gloves and hats.

Still, their presence was fleeting. A sting of loneliness followed in their wake.

You jingled your pocket; just a pair of coins left. You looked around you, and, hearing two bickering voices, you slowed to a halt beside the bumper cars. Two tall men argued; one (very tall, white-haired) was winning, while the other (not quite as tall, blond and scowling) was giving in simply for peace and quiet.

You stifled a laugh. You traded your final two pennies for violence. You bopped on your heels in the queue behind the two squabbling men. One of them, and one particularly iridescent bumper car, caught your eye. Your scowling man looked iridescent, too, lit up in carnival lights.

You didn't know what it was, as you settled into your bumper car seat, that set you on the path to mischief. You didn't know if it was the lights and laughter and lingering frost. You didn't know if it was the cinnamon churros that still warmed your belly. You didn't know if it was the hand-worn cool plastic steering wheel beneath your palms.

But you glanced at your scowling man, who appeared to be performing a 12-point safety check on his blue and yellow bumper car. Another giggle burst over. And, as much as you loathed yourself for it, you felt the need to show your affection in the only way you could.

So, like a little girl pushing a little boy into the mud, rather than tell him that she liked him, you chose violence. The bumper cars electrified. The air-horn sounded. The disco music began. You slammed the accelerator down.

BAM!

You slammed into the blue and yellow car in front of you. Your scowling blond looked up at you in pearl-clutching affront, his glasses thrown skew-wiff by your assault. You reversed, biting your lip. You caught his eye. His hands gripped, white-knuckled on the steering wheel...but he scoffed at you. A mockery. A blunt-bladed outrage. A dare. That was his downfall.

BAM!

Your second hit sent him careening, and your laughter ghosted in his ears as you were chased away by the other bumper cars on your mad circuit. The game was afoot.

You targeted him relentlessly. At first he cursed, and swore, and glared at you. But as the music went on, and his neat parting scruffed, throwing forward commas of blond with his scarf trailing after him, he might have smiled.

You were sure you saw one pass you, as he sent you spinning away. Perhaps it was the way your laughter caught on his jacket. Perhaps the violence was contagious; perhaps he pulled your pigtails, or flicked paper balls at you in class. Perhaps, instead, he found you crying in the library, with that same gentle smile and a book for two.

Hitting each other head-on in the eleventh hour of your tokens' time, you squealed, jolting forwards in your seat. Your cheeks ached with joy. He panted, his chest heaving, his smile lopsided and rueful. You both stayed that way, eye to eye, the music and the lights and the laughter fading away around you both, until--

BAM! BAM!

You were each hit on the flank, shunted in opposite directions and lost in the blitz. The air-horn sounded; the game was over. And, by the time the blond man stood, his head whipping from side to side, you were gone.

His smile faded. His whiskey-brown eyes flickered, an aurora in the carnival lights. He stood, alone and deflating, in a crossing field of bumper cars.

An hour passed before you could bear to leave the lights behind. You leaned against a stall, sighing as your penny-free pockets denied you a hot chocolate to walk home with. A voice sounded to your right, and you jumped with a squeak.

"Assaulting a stranger must be thirsty work. I'll buy you a drink."

A velveteen voice. An offer that would only be insistent if you did not roundly refuse him; if you did roundly refuse him, you knew, innately, that you would be safe to do so. He would not take it as a slight.

"I should be buying you a drink."

"Nonsense. You won."

"Does one really win bumper cars?"

"I didn't think so. And yet, you did."

"I still couldn't possibly--"

"You buy the next one."

Your heart faltered. You leaned back on the stall, biting your lip, your head tilted to the side. He was handsome; beautiful, really.

But in truth, it was his simmering, unbridled rage that had drawn you in. It was his scowl, that made you be mean to him in the playground. An immature excuse, you knew. You whispered, barely audible in the fading music of the fair. You felt the first flakes of snow kiss upon your lips.

"What's your name?"

"Nanami Kento."

"I would love a drink, Nanami Kento. But if you want the next one, you'll have to walk me home, because I've spent all my allowance this evening."

A chuckle, rich and deep. The man named Nanami Kento turned to look at the carnival lights, and found he could bear to leave them behind, if it were with you.

"It does feel a bit that way, doesn't it?" Kento mused aloud, setting his last handful of coins on the counter, and receiving two cups of childhood in return. You bit the fingers of your gloves to receive your paper cup with bare palms.

His eyes glimmered down at you. He offered his arm.

"How long is the walk?"

"Not long. Twenty minutes, maybe."

"Good. I was worried that if I didn't have time to finish this one, you wouldn't invite me in for the second."

[lunar-goodness]

If you’re gonna have bumper stickers that I agree with the least you can do is not drive like a fucking moron.

[theblacklewinsky]

Note: back with our favorite boo, Terry. It's my birthday, but I guess I can gift y'all with something lol! ❤️

Helpful Neighbors. | Aaron Pierre.

Toxic!Neighbor Terry Richmond x Black!Female Reader.

Warnings: MNDI!! this story is 18+ with depictions but not limited to; sexual content ( penetrat!on. toy play, water sports), extreme language (cursing, use of b-word and others.) slight daddy kink if you squint.

Summary: You confront your noisy neighbor about his loud late night company, he allows you to retaliate.

you fucking nasty,

first you cum and then you wipe it on my ass cheeks.

There wasn't much that you knew about your neighbor Terry. You knew he was generally friendly, you bringing him a small housewarming gift of a bath and bodywork's candle when he'd first moved in months prior. You knew he was a vet based on the marines sticker on the bumper of his pick up. You knew he was active, you often seen him heading out for camping trips, often seeing him in the apartments shared gym area when you'd take time out of your busy schedule to get a short work out in. You knew he was gorgeous, anybody could attest to that.

And he was loud. Very fucking loud.

And if you didn't know anything else, you knew that for sure.

The noise varied. Most nights he was particularly quiet, you wouldn't even have noticed anybody lived there if you hadn't seen him before. But some nights, he was a little loud. Metal music from an 80's band bled through the apartment walls, straight into your bedroom, you actually didn't mind it—being an exhausted charge nurse, the metal music did something for you, calming you in a strange way. Him seemingly fixing something, sometimes in the latest hours, drilling, hammering.

But it wasn't any of that. There wasn't any metal music. But he was sure drilling or hammering somebody. And she was extensively louder than anything you'd heard from Terry's apartment. You had to quickly grab your remote, muting your comfort show on your television to make sure she wasn't screaming blood murder.

It wasn't bloody murder, but she was screaming alright. You sighed, it was your first off day in two weeks of working straight in the trauma unit of the local hospital. It'd been a viscous stomach bug going around, and with the big panic from the prior pandemic, the hospital wasn't risking another one slipping up—so work was rough, and long.

But maybe you were bitter? It'd been way too long since you'd properly got your rocks off—not anything involving your beloved rose. So maybe you were just a bit bitter that at least somebody was getting theirs. Good for him! Just not on tonight. Not this night. You'd planned to crawl in bed, eat the most unhealthiest snacks in your cabinet and watch your comfort show, and maybe weep the prior two weeks out onto your pillow, you deserved a good cry after all, girl.

You sighed heavily, placing the pillow over your head letting out a groan. You'd definitely have to catch him in the morning and talk about this, cause this was outrageous.

Maybe sleep was out of the equation, but you'd definitely moved on to weeping.

The morning sprung and you jumped into action. Due to working 7AM to 7PM, you left out for work around the same time as a Terry did his morning runs. 6AM.

You woke up at 5:30 on a mission, brushing your teeth and doing your skincare and putting on your biggest t-shirt, sweatpants to match, oh you meant business.

You caught him as soon as he'd left his door, jogging the opposite way of your apartment toward the elevators before you called out to him. He turned confused at first until he noticed you, giving a lazy morning smile as he did. Black compression shirt, with the pair of black basketball shorts to match. He had no business being so damn fine. But you weren't deterred by that, last night was fucking atrocious.

"Goodmornin', beautiful," he smoothly recited like he did every morning. He was just nice like that. He said it every morning without fail, he always found something to compliment you on. New color of scrubs, how you decided to get your hair, even sweeter when he sees you out of your deliciously fitting scrubs.

"Good morning Terry," you smiled weakly, "I don't mean to disturb your routine, but can we talk for a minute?" You uneasily shifted your weight. You weren't good with confrontation, it just wasn't in your nature, but you didn't play about your sleep.

He nodded and you walked inside still holding the door open for him to signal him to follow you. He did, his smile faltering a bit once he came inside, you could tell he was confused a little thrown off.

You closed the door behind y'all, moving into your large kitchen area to pour yourself a mug of coffee. "Want some?" You politely asked him to which he politely rejected holding up his thermal water bottle.

You added your usual fixings to your coffee, taking a cautious sip, cradling your mug in your hand before you continued. "I don't mean to be confrontational when I say this," you walked around him heading into the living area, plopping on your newly purchased gray plush sectional, " but you were very ...loud last night." You chose your words, nicely.

He featured you a puzzling look, his finger gesturing to the comfortable chair adjacent to you, "of course." You quickly obliged before he took a seat, uneasily continuing. "Your lady...company, I meant." Sex talk wasn't your thing. Sex was sacred to talk about for you—and you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable at all.

"Oh shit," he softly cursed, his expression filled with slight concern, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize we were bein' so loud, I hope we ain't keep you up."

"Oh, it's not a big deal," you quickly intercepted not wanting him to feel any type of way, "it's just my first day off in a couple of weeks so I just wanted to wind down with some quiet time and you guys were very...vocal," you chuckled to diffuse the awkwardness of the conversation, to which he added a light chuckle of his own, "at least somebodies getting their rocks off around here." You said jokingly before taking a sip of coffee. You hoped that didn't sound suggestive.

A short moment of silence followed your statement before you recognized Terry's eyes locked on something behind you for responding, "I see I ain't the only one gettin' mine," you furrowed your brows slowly turning your attention to where he was previously locked on. Your rose, sitting cleaned and comfortably on your end table.

You really had to learn to start putting shit back. 

Or maybe not.

Somehow you found yourself on your back, pinned to the couch, Terry folding you up in missionary, knees to your chest, rose to your clit as he gave you long, deep, torturing strokes. You couldn't even remember the quick and somehow satisfying foreplay you'd taken to get here—and you didn't even care anymore. You could feel the fat tip of his dick kissing your cervix, and as if you weren't loud enough, you got louder. How ironic? You could barely hear yourself think, or were you thinking at all?

"Mhm," he hummed, his face composed, nothing but his teeth lightly sunken into his bottom teeth as he drilled you in, finger tips of his thumb and pointer finger giving your right nipple light squeezes and tugs, he kept his eyes on you, even when they rolled back, quickly turning up the vibrator, "look at you, mama. Why you bein' so vocal? Why you bein' so fuckin' loud, baby?" He taunted.

"My god, Terry," you whined, breathless, he kept up, dick hitting that spot that made your toes curl. How was he so good at this shit? You understood her completely. It wasn't atrocious at all. Very understandable. Very justified.

"Yeah, baby?" He quirked his brow up, his own soft groans almost mocking yours. "You want her to hear you? She still next door, wake her ass up mama. She kept you up all night didn't she?" He asked tearing his fingers away from your nipples to slap firmly against your cheek prompting an answer from you.

"Yessss," you slurred out, throat raw from moaning and groaning. You'd say yes to anything he asked you in this moment. You'd adopt six German kids and live on a farm with him if he requested you to do so in this moment, the world was his oyster. He was digging you out so good, so deliciously good. He was getting more than your rocks off and you knew that when the pressure in the pit of your tummy came weighing down on your bladder. "Ooouuu fuck! Fuck I'm gonna—"

"Yeah," he chuckled, evil all evident in his tone, all in his smile as he glanced down to the mess unfolding between y'all, "wet this dick up baby, I feel that shit." He groaned, eyes zoning in on the creamy ring you were leaving around him. "Wet me up, and you better wake her ass up when you do."

"Cumming!" You abruptly announced nearly cutting him off from his lewd rant, the sounds of your own arousal clashing with his dick sent you tumbling over the edge, clear juices spurting out of you with so much force it ejected him out as well. It only prompted a more lazy laugh out of him, shaking the suction of the rose on your clit even faster. Trembling underneath him, your breath hitched in your throat as he sent you into complete overdrive, your voice was hoarse once a moan came tumbling out of you loud and broken. Why did you cum so hard from knowing that she was next door, possibly hearing you get your nut off with him?

"I like that shit, mama," he mumbled to you, turning the rose off slapping his free hand down on your clit, watching your body jerk in response. He said nothing dipping his body down momentarily to give your soft, sensitive nub three sloppy, mind numbing sucks. He was so loud and lewd with it, smacks loud, tongue slurping loudly. You were too turned on, too sensitive, but too fucked out to even object given how sensitive you were. He stood up on his knee once again, other floor planted flat on the ground. "Sticking up so pretty f'me and shit," he hummed, "put that ass in the air, I'm finna give her some more."

You whined, you were too tired to move. If this was sex? What the fuck were you having before? And he seemed to insatiable, how was he asking you for more when you already so tattered from your last orgasm?

"Can't," you weakly managed to get out.

He took the initiative to help you, his hands firmly grasping your hips and flipping you over roughly, bringing your hips up into the air, spreading out so nicely for him. He moaned in response, looking at how both your holes seemed to open for him. He slapped his massive hand against your ass cheek, the loud sound seemingly filling your quiet apartment, a high wince following behind it, his dick twitching at the recoil. "You gon be a good girl for daddy and hold this shit on your clit while I take care of you back here?" He asked you the dominating reference only furthering the throbbing in your pussy, one hand softly kneading the sting out from his slap. You could hear the quiet buzzing from behind you, head nodding eagerly as your hand reached from under you, making grabby motions for the toy.

Once it was in your possession, you placed it where he asked you, body lightly trembling since your clit hadn't had a moment long enough without stimulation. Both his large hands had been planted on your ass cheeks, spreading you apart for him. He groaned in response, spitting down onto your second hole winking for him so sweetly, you moaned in response to his lewd action. "Fuck yeah," he muttered sending another lighter slap to your ass. No further words were spoken as he grabbed his girthy member in his hands, fat tip rubbing softly against your slit before he stretched you open once again around him.

A loud whine erupted from you as soon as you felt him sliding into you, stretching you, the light sting providing the perfect pain to compliment the pleasure of him literally stuffing you. It was mind numbing for him, feeling you stretch and clench around him so perfectly, gummy, wet walls feeling so warm and snug around him. "Pussy so fuckin' good," he muttered not sure to who, you or him.

His strokes had already started off staggering; hard and deep. Pelvis slamming into your ass with loud, rippling sounds through your apartment, the force literally nudging your couch across the floor. You couldn't care about the scratches you knew were now engrained in your hardwood flooring, everything was so good. Too good.

"Fuckkkk!" You slurred out, eyes fluttering closed, face pressed against the plush cushions beneath you. Brainless wasn't the word for you. You were hyper focused on the pleasure you were receiving, the vibrations from the toy, Terry's back breaking strokes, and the sounds of your arousal around him didn't help the diagnosis. Your free hand held onto the top of the couch for a sense of stability. "Why—why you fuckin' me like this?!" You stammered out through a moan, voice hoarse and broken.

"What you mean, mama?" He asked through a groan, sending another rough slap to your ass. "You such a good girl, you deserve this dick. Workin' all hard and shit, always lookin' so fuckin' good." He grunted, working himself inside of you. Thumb tracing your asshole teasingly. "You deserve some good dick, baby."

The praise only heightened your moans, encouraging you to slam your ass back on him until you felt your own orgasm once again lurking around the corner.

"Show the fuck out, then, baby," he said breathlessly, stilling his own movements as he watched as you fucked yourself on his dick, ass slamming back onto his pelvis with dizzying recoil.

"Shiiiit! I'm finna cummmm!" You moaned out, your movements only increasing in pace, using him for your own pleasure now. And he ate that shit up.

"That's right, get that nut mama. Get yo' shit, fuck me," he affirmed through a series of groans accentuating your own, "fuck, I feel all that shit. Nasty ass bitch, get that nut." His dirty words filling your ears as you released around him, halting your movements. Squirting for the second time, the orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks literally. This one cramped your muscles as it temporarily paralyzed you, huge steaks of pleasure coursing through you. Terry didn't give you a moment to recover, his own climax brewing in the background. He resumed his strokes as if he never stopped, powerful, fast and hard. The rose clobbered to the floor with a hard thud, still buzzing away as your body flattened into the couch, Terry using his upper body strength to drop dick in you.

"You runnin?" He asked breathlessly through a series of overstimulating strokes to your pussy. "Why you runnin? Daddy, let you get yours right? Let daddy get his." He hummed to you.

You couldn't tell him you were overstimulated. Could you talk at all? Were you even breathing? What the fuck even was this?

"Dick got you goin' stupid, look at you," he groaned, dick hitting that spot again, and again. You came again, with announcement. You hadn't even known you were that close again. "Fuck, you keep cummin' on my dick."

Your voice came back to you in little squeals, nodding in agreement to his last statement.

"Pussy so good—I'm finna nut baby," his voice rushed and panicked as he kept up his strokes, "fuck I'm finna nut—shit!" He hurriedly pulled out of you, groans and grunts spilling from him earnestly as warm, ropes of cum painted your ass.

That was so unreal.

You focused on steadying yourself as you heard Terrys whispered curses behind you. It wasn't long before you heard his lazy chuckle, soft lips kissing down your spine causing a small chill to sneak through you. "You good?"

"Yes? I dunno," you answered bleakly, voice rasped out. Terry laughed gently, hands rubbing some warmth into your thighs and midsection.

"You enjoyed yourself?" He asked softly, kissing up to your neck, and shoulder tenderly. You nodded eagerly to his question, earning another chuckle for him. He sounded so good. "I'm glad, where towels at pretty girl. Lemme clean you up."

"Bathroom closet," you jammed your finger in the direction of the closet. You were halfway into a slumber when Terry came back with a warm towel, cleaning you up gently.

You knew for a fact it was gonna be a lot of noise coming from the both of your apartments.

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still don't have a tag list together but I hope y'all enjoyed another toxic Terry fic 🫡 my favorite Terry after all! Happy Friday! 💗

[alloylove]

Wheel and Rim Repairs in Melbourne

Your wheels are more than just a cosmetic component. They are crucial to the safety and efficiency of your vehicle. Whether your wheels are damaged by a road accident or simply due to ageing, professional wheel rim repairs Melbourne is the best solution.

Repairing alloy wheels rather than replacing them is not only more cost-effective but also environmentally sustainable. Besides enhancing the appearance of your car, it will retain its resale value.

Corrosion

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Scratches

Owning a Tesla is an impressive status symbol, but its sleek design and cutting edge technology are also susceptible to damage from the road. Whether from normal wear and tear or poor road conditions in Melbourne, the wheels on your Tesla can become damaged. Damaged rims can reduce the life of your tyres and affect the value of your car, so it’s important to get them repaired quickly.

Rim repairs are usually cheaper than replacing the entire wheel rim repairs. They also require less time, which is convenient for busy car owners. A reputable repair service will inspect and assess the damage to determine the best repair method. Then, the rims are cleaned to remove dirt and debris. Repairing minor scratches and scuffs requires sanding and painting, while deeper gouges require welding or machining.

Gutter rash is a common problem caused by misjudging distances when parking. It can be prevented by using parking aids and being mindful of curbs when driving.

Gutter rash

Gutter rash is the damage to your wheels caused by contact with curbs. It’s not as severe as a bent or cracked wheel, and it usually doesn’t affect the performance of your vehicle. However, it’s still cosmetically undesirable and can be expensive to repair.

Luckily, gutter rash is repairable and much cheaper than replacing the wheels altogether. A professional will provide a quote before starting repairs, so you can plan your budget accordingly.

The best way to prevent gutter rash is to be cautious when parking and avoid driving too close to curbs. It’s also a good idea to use the parking assist features on your car and install rim protectors, which can act as a cushion between the wheel and curb.

You should always select a professional wheel-repair service with a good reputation and customer reviews. Also, ask about their refinishing process and warranty. They should be able to work on all types of factory and aftermarket wheels.

Straightening

Rims that are scraped by curbs or other hard surfaces are more than just a cosmetic problem. They can also reduce resale value and affect the ability to steer your car at highway speeds.

To repair a scuffed or scratched rim, technicians first wash the wheel and remove any baked-on brake dust or other contaminants. They then sand the damaged area, starting with a coarse grit and gradually moving to a finer one until the surface is smooth. They then use a special paint and clear coat to restore the color and protect the rim from future damage.

Rims can suffer damage from numerous sources, including climate extremes and driving over speed bumps too quickly. They can also become bent due to misalignment or impact with road debris or hazards. Rims with deep gouges or cracked edges cannot be repaired, and will require replacement. However, most minor damage is repairable. Using a specialized shop is the best way to ensure the quality of your repairs.

[mojopress]

Breaking Free from the Mold: Unleashing the Power of Digital Printing

A New Era of Design Freedom and Production Efficiency

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Beyond Printing: Unlocking the Potential of Laser Engraving & Cutting in Melbourne

The benefits of digital technology extend beyond traditional printing. Laser Engraving & Cutting in Melbourne has become an indispensable tool for businesses seeking to add intricate detail and personalized touches to their products.

With laser engraving and cutting, you can:

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[chxrrysangel]

Thinking really hard about Mr. Logan Howlett this week. Haven’t even watched Deadpool & Wolverine yet but the Hugh Jackman renaissance is making me FERAL.

ANYWAYS

Logan has always been a hands on kind of guy. Always the “better to do it yourself than trust someone else” you know? So when your dear next neighbor has some car issues, he refuses to call up the local mechanic.

It’s summer, 90+ degrees outside and humid like a motherfucker. On what’s typically a quiet morning during days like this, too hot for even the local kids to venture outside, you hear some clinking and what sounds oddly enough like a drill. Peeking through the curtains, your eyes scan the mostly empty street to see Logan bent over the hood of his car.

And he’s shirtless.

Even from this distance, you can see his flushed skin glisten with sweat as he works. You fall into a daze, how could you not? It would take being blind to not notice how hot your neighbor was, and your brain never failed to forget it. His jeans hung somewhat low on his hips, hugging his strong thighs in a way that made anyone salivate with need. His back muscles were a sight to behold, straining and shifting as he worked.

He wiped the sweat off his brow, turning around to lean against the bumper. You panicked, ducking your head out of his sight. You angled yourself in a way that would hopefully obscure your compromising position, decreasing your chances of a potential complaint. From this new position, you found it even harder to move away from the window. He was perfect chiseled and toned, almost as if he was crafted by the gods themselves.

“Fucking hell,” you whispered.

The longer you stared was the more flushed you felt, unable to pull away as he moved to work under the car. The two of you hadn’t spoken more than a minute at a time, but his charming demeanor quickly enticed you. Just then, you got an idea.

Scrambling to the kitchen and almost slipping on the hardwood, you gathered your ingredients. By the looks of it, he’d be outside for quite a while. What kind of neighbor would you be if you didn’t offer him a drink?

A little bit later, you stood in front of the mirror trying to work up some courage. Giving yourself a little pep talk and a little minute shot of liquid courage, you ventured outside with a tray and the brightest smile you could muster. Upon hearing your footsteps and the soft clinks of ice, he turned around before you had the chance to call out.

And he smiled, canines on full display and cheekbones puffy with glee.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Your cheeks heat up at his compliment, feeling bashful.

“Stop, you’re too kind.”

“Never that,” he retorted with a wink. He points to the strawberry printed tray in your arms.

“Some of that for me?”

“As a matter of fact, it is. Thought you could use a drink.” He gushed, taking the tall glass cup gratefully. You set down the pitcher and tray on his tool kit, planning to come back for it later.

“Well uh…call me if you need anything else yeah?”

He didn’t respond at first, choosing that moment to make your escape before you ran your mouth.

“Wait.” You paused mid-step, turning back to face him.

“I could use some company…if you don’t mind that is.”

“No, no. I’d like that,” you responded, stumbling over your words.

“Yeah?,” he said with a boyish surprise in his tone. You assured him with a nod and smile.

“Lemme get you a seat then. Be right back.” You watched as he wiped the grease off his hands, jogging past you to get a chair from inside. Even covered in sweat and grime, he was hottest man you’ve ever seen.