This is the true story… of seven strangers… picked to live in a house…work together and have their lives taped… to find out what happens… when people stop being polite… and start getting real…The Real World.
“I think we’ve established who the douchebag is,” Mercedes muttered, sitting on the couch.
“And why is that?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You keep staring at my ass!”
“It’s a nice ass!”
“Co-sign,” Santana said, flipping through her magazine. Mercedes rolled her eyes and tried to hide he smirk as the blond continued to ogle her. She’d done so to him as soon as she moved in, but she figured she had the decency to be sneaky about it. She was happy she’d been chosen to be on the show, but the last thing she wanted was to end up sleeping with a guy in the house and have her business all on MTV in night-vision.
" #how can a peck be so sexy #oh my god #it's like they're fucking #and it's not even open mouth #sex is like blasting through my screen" Right? especially in the last gif. i don't even know how to explain it . i don't understand how people say they don't have chemistry. that fucking last gif clears any doubt
I KNOWWW. We say this all the time, but I really do feel like a creepy voyeur watching them sometimes. With the little scenes RIB gives them, they manage to make it so sexy no matter what they’re doing, then I get the same feels when I watch the scenes over and over. The looks alone have me fanning myself. Amber and Chord’s onscreen chemistry will be the death of me.