I'm at the point in my career when i know a sites a trap and isn't real porn
he started fingering my stomach rolls instead of my vag... am i really that fat?
sorry for covering your dog in whipped cream. his bark made it sound like he wanted it.
It was a two-sided wall so part of my body ended up in someone elses condo.
I made him breakfast and we cuddled on the couch watching march of the penguins, which is, in case you were unaware, the opposite of fucking on a pool table
He showed up in a dinosaur costume bearing a tray of cupcakes. He even let me hold his tail. I'm marrying this guy.
her vagina just converted me to Judaism.
Idk what was more embarassing, seeing her face when I finished, or seeing her roomates faces thru the door..
Well you busted in the house and yelled with pride about Uber giving you a ride over with your new bong.
On the other hand, this could be a new level of shame for me.
What's worse having drunken sex with hot married man or breaking the diet one week in?
Step 1: Buy a house Step 2: Turn bedroom into sex dungeon
You can cuddle me. Word on the street is my ass is ridiculous.
when I finally convinced you to get off the floor you looked at me wild-eyed and said "the carpet was a VAST EXPANSE OF SEA"
am i the only one who finds it a little awkward seeing as we all made out last night?
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