I don't know what's more sad: The fact that he fingered the side of my leg, or the fact that the side of my leg feels like a vagina.
its simple. when his lips are on my clitoris i want to marry him. when they are speaking i want to kill him.
i want you to know that after i type the word "your" , vagina is next on my auto correct text
Totally forgot this... How weird was it when they were licking our faces
im failing my bio class b/c he booty calls me wednesday nights at 6 like clockwork
I thought you should know that there is a scientific law stating that when there is booze, people talk about your dick.
More or less binge drinking as a giant grape seemed justified
She asked if I could convince him so shave that shit off his face so he'll have a snowball's chance in hell of getting laid.
We're walking, taxis are a waste of money that can be spent on alcohol.
I don't know what was up he just kept sitting in his chair smoking weed and watching home movies all night it was weird as fuck.
Do you miss the park or do you miss us having sex in public?
she pointed to my dick and said you are going to save the world
Our drunk hook up was interrupted by the delivery guy. When he came back to my room we ate the gyros and went back to sex like we didn't take a lunch break.
Laying on my driveway in my pajamas in the sun having my severe hangover cigarette, and the daycare house across the street is having playtime in the yard! I believe I'm currently being what's known as a "bad example!"
Yes. I had to slow down my handjob so he would last...-and I give shitty handjobs to begin with
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