Alex, there's no such thing as a fancy sex store.
Tonight i am praying for god to turn my pussy into apple pie because i cant count the number of times bruce chooses food over sex.
the guy next to me needed a pen, so I let him take one from my book bag. my panties are now being passed around the class...thank you for telling me you hid them in my bookbag.
No, "because my penis told me to" is not an acceptable answer to that question
It's like I'm in a vicious cycle of noncommittal penis.
He asked me to spit in his mouth. I did. Never let me hook up with this guy again.
I just found a hunk of ham in my back jeans pocket from god knows when. We gotta stop going so ham.
Apparently he's into classy girls that wear sweaters and don't throw up on him when they go out.
I now own a bag of cigarettes and have no purse, awesome
You didn't even properly utilize my pigtails.
I swear some just paged for more cock rings over the intercom.
Get the cougar, get the cougar, get the cougar. Act like an injured baby deer. She will either eat you alive or nurse you back to health either way its still sex.
He bought the 12 pack of condoms. I take that as a sign of serious commitment.
i keep replaying things i did last night. and remembering new things. and its a constant cycle of torture
Well, you started screaming "I dont know you GO AWAY" to your mom when she was holding your hair as you threw up in her garden.
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