I bet a guy could be masturbating under the table now and people would just think he was clapping along.
she handed me her phone while she blew me and told me to text her bf that she was at the store
For using a life jacket as a pillow, I slept pretty good last night...
Hangovers were designed by God when he decided that so far he had taken it WAY TOO EASY on me.
There is a different car in my driveway. Have no clue how I got home.
Currently flirting with a 57 year old. Why do i do this
It's such a good feeling to send those "I'm not in jail" texts on Sunday morning
her vagina just converted me to Judaism.
The fuck-me-pumps were hot, the XL hoody kinda ruined it.
It was a "my chaser needed a chaser" kind of night
I need to have sex. It's becoming like a matter of public safety.
Whoever put the life size cut out of Snoop Dog next to me in bed understands me.
The logic in me says "don't text him" .But the vagina in me says "text him".
He went down on me for like 30 min and honestly half the time I thought about those videos where people can smash watermelons with their legs and I just wanted to do that to his skull
I didn't have any choice but to cuddle you. Your hair was stuck on my nipple piercing.
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