It was like fucking a house. Down the chimney. That deep and empty.
Drunk at a girls little league game. Hello summer.
he had two deer mounted on his dorm room wall with panties and bras hanging from the antlers... i cant believe i contributed to bambi's headgear...
My corndog is like a popsicle of bread. A WHOLE. POPSICLE. OF BREAD.
yeah, but the likliness of me finding my husband at a party where the facebook event is titled "NEW YEARS EVE SHIT SHOW" is highly unlikely
like he couldn't stop by and throw me in the back seat and ask for a blowjob? he had to give me flowers?
Drunk in burger king. Having it our way. Free fries. M&m sundaes.
We just laid there in bed together, petting his dick and repeating, "IT FEELS LIKE VELVET!!!"
If I had pants on, you wouldn't be getting this text message
Please tell me that is you having sex in my car in my driveway and not a complete stranger.
Great news. Our sex broke my otter box
I lowered my expectations when he started off saying "ah missionary, my specialty"
I'm slowly starting to accept that you have to be a sociopath to be attracted to me
He apologized for cumming on my leg, but not for ghosting me for 3 weeks before :(
He's watching Always Sunny and eating refried beans straight from the can.
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