Hes a 32 yr old divorced sailor that calls me almost every night drunk begging me to call him big daddy. I think i might need to change my number.
I'm outside your house...sorry I feel like I don't need formal invites anymore.
she would be the type to have more hair on her twat than on her head
she has to be all "alternative"
I sat on his lap and we shared a beer. I feel like that's an invitation to his dick.
He said I went to go sit outside and is promised I wouldn't leave he brings me a chair and I'm gone. He found me stumbling a half mile away in my socks
I wish I was a power ranger. Also the universe is immense. Like it never ends. Never.
Why am I getting texts saying are you ready for this butthole? Help
Please tell me last night did not happen and there is another reason why my phone smells like ranch sauce ahahah
Not a problem, sailor. I speak both autocorrect and typo.
I need a "no soliciting" sign for your dick
KY in my mouth and throat does not a party make.
She wore her engagement ring the whole time we fucked. I hate her fiancee, so it was cool
I have to make calls today at work. So I'm gonna call your phone and leave some random messages. Just delete them.
Ive got small boobs, but they sure do like to pop out and party with the big dogs.
Sitting on couch, workout sex makes me more sore than regular workout
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