It was all about her orgasm last night. I felt like a human dildo.
I don't care if he acts like a don't exist 6 days a week. On the 7th day he makes makes my vagina cry. In a good way. Jesus understands.
his grandma walked in on us. twice. and he was truly fucking surprised when i put my pants back on.
I've also hijacked your can opener. Sadly not for the same sexual reason as the muddler.
Do ex girlfriends even count for summer sexcapades. Seems like the damage had already been done
Victory lap
honestly, i'm just crying in the kitchen naked and eating salsa
Idk. Im in a bed. the walls are wood. There's a deer mount.. im afraid to turn over and see who's next to me but he's violently cuddly.
I know it I should, but it's kinda nice. It's smells like unbridled enthusiasm and copious amounts of melt your face off sex.
That's what you get for dating construction workers you meet in tunnels.
He put my hand on his penis and said welcome home.
Well, we broke up and instead of putting my shit out on the curb like a normal person, she fucking donated everything to Goodwill. So now I have to pay two dollars for one of my own t shirts.
Packing for college has become a game of where did I hide my sex toys.
Her blowjob technique? Picture someone attempting to drink a triple thick milkshake through a Capri Sun straw.
I literally ended up in this basement and was tangoing w my friend and then I peed in a supply closet and had to be put to bed
I peed in my closet, which at the time looked like a sparkly bathroom...
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