I want to leave work and go home and eat Five Guys and masturbate
You know, be my cock's hype man.
i DID try to find you last night. i asked where you were and you texted me the letter "e" and a picture of the dark.
The guy in the American Flag bikini was telling the women he was disgusted at the amount of alcohol they weren't drinking. Then it got ridiculous.
She scratched my sunburn during sex. I didn't know whether to cry or cum
Oh damn. God have mercy on everything w a dick in a ten mile radius.
Lets now bow our heads and think of girls with ex boyfriends who were great at fingering them. That's so sad.
You pulled out a fucking recorder and started playing along with all the songs on your playlist and refused to hit the j
My worst fear almost came to light...I was choking and the cats stared at me like they had no problem eating my face if I died
I couldn't do it. You can't break up after that many orgasms. It's physically impossible.
I'm just going to eat my milkshake, watch teen wolf, masturbate, and lament my inability to form meaningful relations with men who aren't gay
I asked her how many times she came and she said "Oh god I can't count that high, Rutgers doesn't teach us that."
I've been back for one day and I've already given two bjs. Improvement from last year.
he has the ass of a greek god and he made me breakfast
I can't tell if my roommate is crying or having sex and the fact that there's anime in the background is only making this more confusing
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