I looked him in the face and asked if we could stop. he asked why. I said "I can't feel it.". ...I feel bad; I should have faked.
My vagina has officially become a vortex for sexually confused frat guys.
Just think about it this way, every time you work Sunday, it's another $75 and that equals another hooker when we go to Amsterdam.
my new ipod has external speakers and a video camera...all i can think about is how much more convenient it would be for me to make a pretty decent sex tape
they just named my boobs. Lefty is "Guenevere" and Righty is "I claim this boob for America"
The sad thing was my husband told her its ok to make out with me. Bar Tuesdays will live on regardless.
I just want him to come back from NOLA alive, without an arrest record or stripper glitter on his clothes...
Those seems like unreasonable expectations for a bachelor party honestly...
You can't play that off as role play thing. You held my hips and kept yelling "put a baby in me!" That shit ain't cool.
I told this guy in the dining hall that he's a hippie god and he's never made eating yogurt so sexy
So I totally just used margarita salt for a body scrub.
Did your surprise acid trip turn out well?
i found waldo and immediately set him to work eating me out. please have more out of season costume parties.
just the thought of you slurpin down noodles really rustles my jimmy
you suck at sexting
he's the kind of guy you give a fake number to and he still finds out your real number anyway...
She played the piano. I played the piano. She got on top of the piano. I got on top of her.
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