This is some kinda fucked up sordid doggy brothel peepshow bullshit.
You make homosexuality sound like a cult.
he literally just asked me which v neck he should wear tomorrow.
No. I didn't know. I thought mid afternoon shots meant the day could only get better.
I do remember getting hit in the face by an ugly one because she thought I was blowing on her butthole.
I'm crying, drinking alone and applying for jobs tonight. I figure the alcohol will lower my job standards.
He just asked me if I wanted a ride on the "bologna pony." I never wanna have sex again...
It hits you later. Like when you wake up on the floor under a puzzle later.
I remember having the weirdest thoughts and thinking our room was a compass and we were in the compass or something.
Me sprinting out of your house without my bra or shoes is our entire relationship defined in a single moment.
why isn't there a kind of gay where i let guys give me head but they don't expect me to give it back? i could be that kind of gay
He was that good?
We had sex six times. In a span of 8 hours. Confirmation I don't need to go to the gym.
You know you've made it in life when the people in the next stall are cheering on your orgasm
He was talking about his friends deceased ferret and I still managed to orgasm.
Now THAT is dedication!
i came so much i feel like i were to try again, only dust would come out. and maybe glitter
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