you keep denying me to hang out, should i take a hint?
you keep asking me after midnight, should i take a hint?
Sorry I totally forgot to text you back. When you texted me I was at work at the pharmacy and it was stupid busy. And then of course I had my 8 hour "shoot me b/c half of Loyola comes in to buy plan B" shift.
It was so weird. I had like an out of body experience. I heard the moaning, but I didn't know it was me.
We don't have a ruler. Come downstairs and lay in the snow with a boner so we can see how much snow we've gotten. Put your 8 inches to a less shameful use.
Nobody has ever asked me for my honest opinion on whether they needed anal bleaching before
I'm sorry for peeing on your door. But it was your decision to open it.
I did the crab walk everywhere because I was drunk enough that it was easier than standing up.
Brought him brownies before taking his pants off. I'm like the Martha fucking Stewart of booty calls. Walk of shame be damned.
We can't be fuck buddies. You stare into my eyes while we fuck.
I can't even express how horny I am. The English language isn't equipped for what I'm plotting.
Then, she put flavored warming oil on my dick and was amazed when something she bought FROM SPENCER'S almost burned my dick off.
Our host-mom was rubbing her back sympathetically going "muy bien, chica" while she puked on the beach. So yeah, I think we got the best one.
I told her to to let go of her rationtal thoughts and just enjoy the fact that i was going down on her till she passed out from sheer orgasmic pleasure.
First night of sleeping in the same bed, and she farted on me. I immediately excused myself and went home. Don't know if we're still together. Will update you.
Tbh you just need to fuck it out like I don't know another solution
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