So I thought I was slick leaving his room this morning all incognito. Little did I know I was wearing his football jersey with his name across the back... stilettos & my bra was left behind. never seeing that again
I don't think he has that. His apartment was pretty much a tv and a bed. Topless girl calendar and a glass of water to put out cigarettes.
Whenever I miss you I just turn on Tool Academy
Still at the library. i hate tax accounting so much that i've started calling it potions...
We're cuddling on the couch that me and his brother had sex on...this feels wrong
Day 5 without masturbation. Fat chicks are back on the table
apparently he thought telling me 'the weasel wants to come out to play' would somehow convince me to go down on him
i don't think they understood the house was collapsing. they kept dancing and jumping and asking for more cups.
THERE IS SOMEONE IN MY CAR MILKING HERSELF AND TELLING ME TO TRY IT
Last night I was this close to hooking up with someone called "Handjob Pat" dubbed for the time he paid $150 for a handjob in Canada.
You were all "think outside the box, inside the bag!" as you filled your camelback with beer.
He sat on me and said I owed him $10, when I asked why he just said "lap dance"
She's passed out laying in the middle of the street. Cars are honking at her and going around her body. We need to stop playing BONECRUSHER.
Like your dick isn't Beyoncé, it doesn't get close ups
I know her cup size but not her name....
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