if your leaving for the weekend then im farting on your pillow
And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
I told her the white crusty stuff on my boxers was frosting not cum. She seemed MORE grossed out then
I'm driving to work with an ice pack on my vagina. how was your weekend?
So Easter dinner for me was at 4:40 this morning where i made Bagel Bites and had a glass of Chardonnay
he said I was the best sex he's ever had, handed me a burger king crown and told me to take my walk of shame with pride
I can't. He's too cute and my tongue is too long.
I keep waking up with the nagging feeling I gave him half a hand job through his shorts.
It looks like someone bombed the living room with his and your clothes, bra, packing peanuts, nerf gun and ammo, rc helicopter, leftover chinese food and a leather paddle.
I know he'd never cheat on me. It'd be like choosing Mexican tap water over Patron.
I fingered myself to realization that I don't need birth control if there is never a guy.
We need to make tonight low-budget
Is this your way of suggesting flasks?
He whispered "Are you feeling it now Mr. Krabs?" when he was inside me. That is NOT my fetish.
he just sent me a dick pic, it highly resembled a cheese stick
Awkward, walking to my bootycall's hotel room and run into my dad leaving his. Just nodded to each other and went on our ways
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