you were crying because peter frampton wasnt your dad
Ha ha. You should see the things I'm doing to my body at Bob Evans.
Chapter 6 - how to lose your underwear in chicago
She is ok w me having sex for money. Just gotta find rich grandmas.
Hes stumbling drunkenly around the streets of New York with a balloon vagina on his head. I'd say hes having a good night.
You don't understand she was in the fountain pretending she was diving for treasure. I couldn't possibly ruin her dreams.
You're either a hooker or Beyonce. Beyonce is abnormally good at doing everything in heels
I don't mean to insult you, but did you leave your training bra in my bedroom last night?
If he can forgive your lousy blowjobs, you can ignore his terrible driving.
Next time we include dessert condiments into our sex life we can fuck up my sheets. It's only fair.
I know I don't have feelings for him because I feel completely ashamed every time after we have sex
Did you or did you not grab my boob while I was making out with the foreign kid?
We kinda got asked to leave the strip club and on the way out, you fell again. When you finally got up we got a standing ovation from the girls behind the bar and you took a bow. It was awesome.
We shall need something stronger. Anal lube, the blood of a giraffe, and a bay leaf should do the trick. Make the paste and cover your left knee and anus in it.
How does it make you feel that I can't control my vagina around you?
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