After going down on me he either said "there, it's over" or "there's an odor"... I couldn't hear him and was too embarrassed to ask him to repeat himself. I just got dressed, grabbed my bag, and left. So I don't think there's gunna be a second date. =(
it was like eating out sand paper
Get dressed up for her? please, I could shit my pants and she would still blow me
I am totally the chick from Intervention who barfs up wine and then re-eats it.
Only your wife would write 'for deposit only' on the back of that $1500 check knowing full and well our capabilities of spending it on strippers and booze
Apparently I joined a band last night. Definitely my favorite blackout.
I don't know what to tell you, usually I would just ask if they'd like to meet the captain. If you can't get laid it's your problem.
I know he is still a student. I am not asking if his being an underwear model makes it more ethical, just less prosocutable.
I'm pretty sure I just need an IV drip of Plan B at this point...
Stripper just cleaned my glasses with her nipple...
I just rolled a blunt and took my bra off. I'm not going anywhere.
Im going to seductively wisper "that butters my biscuit" in your ear
Your girlfriend agreed to a threesome, I saw dogs in a bar. It seems life is falling into place for us
I need mimosas to revive my soul
He literally asked permission to hit on me
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