After going down on me he either said "there, it's over" or "there's an odor"... I couldn't hear him and was too embarrassed to ask him to repeat himself. I just got dressed, grabbed my bag, and left. So I don't think there's gunna be a second date. =(
it was better than the time i puked and I forgot to open the lid of the toilet
he was actually really polite. he asked before he came on my chest because he "wasn't sure my stance on it".
They need a stunt cock, be about 20 more minutes.
we traced the origins of this shit fest of a relationship back to a single instance of road head. then we did a reinacment
Honestly the war on drugs is dumb and you can just sleep in my bed which is mega comfortable anytime you want. There I said it
Dude it was bad... like you fell asleep around the toilet after drinking from the back tank bad.
I started scrolling back in our texts looking for context and a picture of your dick rose like the Great Pumpkin in the middle of my screen.
She invited me to Bikini Yoga with her friends. Sounds promising.
she doesn't even know what year it is. She just stumbles around life with a bottle of rum
It's days like today, when my bra and underwear match, that make me feel like I'm getting my life together...
It was a frighteningly large penis to say the least
sometime during the night he found me in the empty hotttub singing marvins room in only my bra.
She's gonna be mad if she finds out you put weed in her house warming cookies
It's very finicky. Like baking. or BDSM.
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