I mean, he was my book buddy in 1st grade. The kid taught me how to read, the least I could do was give him head.
i finally found my car by the hideout. it was parked in an employee only parking space with a torn up piece of paper in the back window with the word employee scribbled on it.
Is it mean that I just sent him a pic of my tits with the header, "say bye bye?"
I shouldn't trust a guy I just met with the pull out method. That's a big responsibility.
The worst part was I wasn't conscious enough to move out of the way, I knew i was being puked on but I couldn't move.
Besides. I seriously had a dream that George W Bush came over and slapped some tabs down on my kitchen counter and said "let's get juiced.". It was a sign to not get too fucked up
I don't know where he learned to eat pussy but I thought I was going blind
I threw up in a mitten on my drive home. Wow.
The reality is I'm 24 and I have terminal breast cancer. Fuck yeah I'm going have sex with every hot guy I can. What, am I gonna worry about getting an STD or pregnant at this point? If I'm gonna die, I want to have any many big dicks as I can while I'm still able.
her wearing orange crocs at the bar was definitely a great form of contraception
my vagina is starting to think like a penis, and I'm not even slightly worried
Like I'm literally drinking whiskey and making a stocking for my cat right now. What. Goes. On.
You know it was one hell of a night when you need to use your own thong to wipe cum off your face.
I just had a sex dream about orange juice, so there's that.
It's really hard to tweet with a pussy in your face demanding attention.
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