I'm too scared of my Fleshlight to even use it anyway.
We left around 4 AM after the stripper showed no mercy and dropped into a split on Matt's nose. Massive nosebleed.
His car is carseat is compatible. I checked while we were banging in the back seat...
Apparently she came home completely covered in mud, pretending to be a bird...and she still had more sex than any of us this weekend.
Somehow I magically turned down a threesome last night. On my birthday. You're a horrible wingman.
just go where the car takes you. fingers crossed its here with breakfast.
He fell on top of me at a party. I slept with him a week later. We've been fucking for 2 moths. Most successful relationship ever.
Well, my breasts are swollen and I cried about the Iditarod. But I say PMS until proven pregnant.
Frankly, since I met you, I practically exist in a state of constant readiness for sex
Check your mailbox. I left a "sorry I didn't have time to suck your dick today" consolation gift.
My liver is preforming stress tests.
Hold on I'll be right there, I can't find my arm.
Theres just something about today that says lets get drunk, dont you think?
I sent him home with blood on his fingers and shame in his heart.
Do you remember seeing anyone put a "my other penis is a vagina" bumper sticker on my car?
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