So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
You drunk invited us to do an intervention for you.
i yelled at him for a little and we ended up fucking in a random tennis court.
If you were wondering whether I accidentally FaceTime called the undergrad who works for me in lab during a particularly graphic blow job last night, then the answer is yes.
Let me stew on this while im plucking my nipple hairs and showering.
You never cared about felonies while buying me alcohol from the little Asian woman across the street
I'm using the bullet from my cock ring to massage out my tmj lock jaw from giving too much head.
I just got my evaluation. My manager told me he hated my guts and pretty much wanted to stab me in the face. Then he gave me an "exceeds expectations" on pretty much everything and a raise.
Well he was mad because I chose tequila over him. He obviously doesn't understand that he will always be second to my first true love.
Lesson learned. Don't roleplay with a real knife.
I should become a firefighter. Who uses his cock to fight fires. Like a Superhero.
Oh wow and I have a bunch of portable wine glasses called to go coffee cups
I'm just going to assume my unresponsive booty calls are just preparing for the women's march tomorrow
Everything is fine, it's not hung over in here at all\n\n*Narrator* *but in fact everything was not fine*
I cannot believe all 4 of us had sex at the same time, in the same bed... And it didn't turn into a foursome..
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