I thought it was weird that her dad told me to finish and get out after he walked in on us. I like him
Either he masturbated at the end of the bed or she gave him a bj. Either way my bed was shaking and I was uninvolved.
I kept telling myself all night that it was completely okay for me to lose all sense of my morals because it was my birthday.
I'm buying eyelash glue, salt, and limes. We know how tonight is ending.
I feel like his dick looks like a decorative autumn squash.
Two word: claymation porn. Think about it.
I don't think I can ever express my appreciation for the things you text me.
I'm not about to serve this country to fuckin not have rum and cheezits for breakfast
There's a bag in my room with garbage, a thong, fritos, and an electrical cord. I'm assuming it's yours
........yyyyyyeah that's me
eating chex mix on the couch when he walks in naked and asks how he looks. are you shitting me.
Think of all the island guys I could have. Ah well.
You can not bait me into a "how Stella got her groove back" call and response.
At the very least, I mastered a nap while occasionally being dry humped.
is there a line between daddy kink and oedipus complex?
Now we're discussing the sex we had and the later lack thereof. It's like marriage counseling via snapchat.
Everyone is coupling up and I'm just excited the bartender gives me enough attention to order more shots.
He said 'I really struggle with the sin of lust' then we proceeded to have sex. So I guess it was a perfectly executed Catholic pick up line?
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