I would fuck her until my dick fell off. then i would fuck her with your dick.
1. Call me if you need ANYTHING. 2. If you get tag teamed, I want details.
There are traffic cones in the living room. One of them is yours.
So.. My internet got red-flagged at work because i did a search on "midigit strippers las vegas" This may be hard to explain...
still doesn't change the fact you were dunking your sock in the toilet.
The National Anthem was on so I had to have a beer
So when I got her home I realized being a lesbian again isn't like riding a bike...
it was like, one of those nights where you keep going back to the fridge because you just can't get full. except, with sex.
Still breathing?
Still breathing , but quite out of it. I think I hallucinated like 20 action sequences.
What.
Technically, I traded a soft pretzel for sex last night...
I want to share a beverage of the alcoholic category with you, but I'm conflicted about getting out from under my covers.
Maybe you can just make seal noises during sex and we can call it good
You squatted and peed on the living room floor while maintaining eye contact with Sebastian
It's like every time I'm baked I discover my fingers all over again.
Drinks have officially taken priority over self-respect, and I'm not even all that torn up about it.
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