smell like capt'n and strawberry champagne
I just learned in bio that our sole purpose for life is to have sex.. so your high number is acceptable. its actually lacking.
Pretty certain he passed out for a while going down on me. Absolutely certain he passed out during the blow job.
We had to coat check the pizza.
I had a dream that we erected a stage in our living room for "impromptu performances" how can we make this a reality?
I used puppy pads next to the couch for her to throw up on....
He turned down jacuzzi sex. He cares more about my vagina than i do.
I just wish I could congratulate your tits on how much I love seeing them
You won't wear your Santa suit, I can't get trashed, and you won't use handcuffs! This is the worst Christmas EVER.
I lied. Can't workout today. Only exercises I'm currently capable of doing are breathing ones to keep last night's drinks ending up all over the classroom.
ditto.
about cumming, not toast
I love the smell of your bedroom. It smells of a mixture of cherries, leather, and unrequited homosexual desire.
They cut me off when I tried to pee in the corner of the bar.
Recliner chair sex has moments of worry....just don't.
The next morning I found her spread eagle asleep on the living room floor and he was asleep with his head in her crotch. I needed a ride and had to wake them up.
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