yes i saw that this morning. it was my mailbox.
I have to tell you about my conversation with the cloud dragon!
Well if all fails we can always become surrogate mothers. I hear that pays well.
There just aren't enough words in the English language to convey my deep and abiding love of your cock. So I am beefing up on my Portuguese.
My wife ladies and gentlemen! Love ya babe.
His water bottle is sitting on my coffee table like a monolith dedicated to the things he is not doing to my vagina.
Halfway through the blowjob she stopped and said 'Wait I know this dick'.
So I have to send you an email about my weekend, heretofore referred to as The Perfect Weekend. Wherein I have lots of awesome sex with a guy with THE MOST AMAZING BODY.
I look forward to this email. I will respond with, Condoms and Creepers: The Adventures of Online Dating.
If we all have the time, and the weather permits, and you have no plans, we should have another go at Operation Get Our Carless Friends Laid. All the lonely people will be out. We can take our lonely people out too.
You know it was one hell of a night when you need to use your own thong to wipe cum off your face.
Also day 6: dick is healed and ready to go back to work.
Would you paint my ceiling for oral sex?
I love you, and I just washed my hair in my work sink with handsoap.
My mom just said "okay girls, the ONLY thing i ask is that you stay sober Saturday afternoon, until halfway through lunch. And you don't wear that crystal camo hat. This is a funeral, not a tailgate party"
Best wishes.
My mom purposely got me drunk so I can stay at her house bc "we don't spend enough time together." I blacked out anyway, so we didn't spend time together regardless.
Just landed in Atlanta. Still drunk. I can't feel my face
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