everything about this picture screams sex.
Posts tagged Justin Verlander.
I often fantasize about Justin Verlander eating me out. However, I’m not sure he’s be that good at it, seeing as how the man has like no lips to speak of. Porcello, on the other hand…
And all I can think about is having a lost weekend with the man. Just me, him, on a beach, with a bottle of wine. *growl*
Justin Verlander’s curveball exactly replicates the speed and trajectory with which my panties would hit his bedroom floor.
Justin Verlander…..ahhh The butt. The butt on that man is just asdfghjkl-ing amazing. Oh, the things I would do to his body. Let alone, I would be speechless just to meet him. And there he goes again, my ovaries burst when he does his pitching motion.
and there he goes again. justin verlander. ovaries bursting. his smile kills me. he can keep smiling even though he doesn’t want to. ughhhhh he’s so sexy.
I secretly have a thing for Justin Verlander. I think he’s really hot, but I’m still mad at him for the 2011 playoffs. To punish him, I want to spank his sexy ass, hump his face and tell him, “here, eat this Taco Bell, bitch!”
While I may be a lifelong Giants fan, when I see this gif:
They might be thinking ‘double play,’ but I’m thinking ‘double team.’
lucky for me, all of my baseball-related sexual frustrations can be easily summed up in one photograph: