After the VIP Latina experience at the strip club last night, I am rooting for Mexico in this years World Cup.
Jessi just used the excuse "it's not you it's me" to get out of getting a lap dance.
Apparently I have a urinal in my bedroom
i think my love is proven by the fact that i still want to have sex with you after this conversation
Next time we include dessert condiments into our sex life we can fuck up my sheets. It's only fair.
You're too morally constrained. I firmly believe that you should be less concerned with how young she is and more excited by the fact that she's not jailbait by virtue of a legal technicality.
As soon as we had sex he stopped opening doors for me. That wasn't an exchange. Im still a god damn princess
I really have to stop going to the movies high. Spending $10 to not know what the fuck is going on is starting to get pricey.
Well, we ended up labeling the relationship. We are now each other's designated butt-toucher.
My heart says buy the granny panties, but my vagina says don't throw in the towel yet.
Sometimes intelligent conversation doesn't mix well with a romantic interest. It's possible the two are best kept separate. Toys should just stay in the toy box.
The guy whose porn password I use finally renewed his membership. Lazy fucker had been slacking all summer.
I was in a bad mood so I guilted her into giving me $100 on a weekly basis and now I feel bad but I don't know how to tell her I hustled her
Anal on new furniture sounds like a quickest way to violate a warranty
Soooo you're telling me you support us groom's men giving lap dances to willing patrons?
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