UPDATE: In a passionate fit of self love, I brought myself to orgasm under the moon on my 7th floor balcony, ejaculating between the rungs towards the ground.
Unfortunately, I did not realize that most of it would end up on the balcony below mine.
At least you don't cum in color.
I dont remember anything after Tequila & Apple Juice. May have disovered the recipe for mental bleach.
Her vagina should come with caution tape.
so we were pounding it out and someone knocked on the wall and was shouting at us
that didnt stop you
nope
Somehow he came on his own face...then he freaked out
the orgasm was like being thrown to the other end of reality, so getting a nosebleed from it wasnt too upsetting at that point
also: i found my "nug jug", actually the baby did, but either way it got returned to its rightful owner
you were just eating all his cookies and kept mumbling "them crumblies" when the crumbs got on your shirt.
last night we were having sex and i didn't care if i got off. i was just holding up my hand behind his head so i could look at my new ring. i think he knew.
Apparently Bin Ladens last act of terrorism is cock blocking me....
I feel like fucking him is something we all do but don't want to admit to. like masturbating or peeing in the shower
last thing I remember is yelling 'sit on my face' through a traffic cone
I met a guy last night who bought me a book on Amazon at the bar and then we had sex. Boners for books is a thing. Boom.
Well I want to be mistreated and called a slut and finger banged
But I guess hugs would be nice
I forget how to act sober
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