I puked in a mailbox on the way back from your house.
When we were fucking, you could hear the beer sloshing around in my stomach
she went to type in rate my professors and rate my pussy came up in my recent searches. needless to say, i will likely be masturbating to the aforementioned site tonight.
i cant talk right now. we are trying to finish our homework so we can play with play-doh
Every single piece. I examined every single square inch of this peanut butter and jelly sandwich. and fell in love with every inch. that high.
The only thing I really remember is repeating "I hope I still have a job on Monday". Oh and pulling my boob out of my dress.
So I take it the company Christmas dinner went well then...
well on a positive note i hear those vitamins you take while pregnant do wonders for your nails
we found you under the sink... we opened up the doors and you told us to go away because you were playing indian in the cupboard
I cleaned out the fridge, had to pound the brews. I am going to be wrecked for my final at 1
you got me arrested i just think that goes without question you owe me a blowjob
His water bottle is sitting on my coffee table like a monolith dedicated to the things he is not doing to my vagina.
I am having the most awesome nonsexual conversation about my vagina right now
I even put my vibrators back in the bedroom instead of the coffee table. If that's not growing up then I don't know what is.
Of course I fucked him. He was wearing a rainbow cock sock and cowboy boots.
I haven’t taken my socks off in over 36 hours. I should add that to my bumble profile.
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