I'm not saying he was bad at sex, but I'm pretty sure I anti-climaxed.
its 9am. i just got home. spent 6 hours blowing him in a closet last night
you kept falling over in mid-conversation and you just got right back up as if nothing happened...
I really wanna talk..
if by talk you mean have nasty makeup sex involving marshmellow fluff.. I'm down
We already established this. No, he did not cum on the dog.
i like being sick. whatever the doctor gave me is awesone. the walls are waving at me. i never want to get better.
There's just something about sucking a flaccid dick that makes me feel so calm. Like a baby cow..
I have reached the state of intoxication where it is now a requirement to sit while peeing.
She thinks I come over for the sex, but I really come for the snacks.
There was a reason God said "Let there be titties" on the Fifth Day.
I think I want to impress his gay best friend more than him..
Please come home, i don't want to feel like basket garbage girl but I'm in your alleyway and not sure how to change that.
He has what he calls a "Ben Franklin". It's a pubic hairdo based on the man himself; long on the sides and bald in the middle.
I almost wanna stick a tampon in and sneeze bent over to see if it actually shoots out
So his dick was definitely bigger than it looked in all the pictures he sent my daughter.
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