So he flipped me over and suddenly went limp then told me he was thinking about his ex.
so you punched his junk, right?
He was pretty out of it. He heard crickets outside, and thought it was the laptop. So he put his ear to it, rubbed the keyboard, and said "tell me your secrets."
He kept buying me shots of tequila. I decided to just save myself the half hour of toilet hugging and tell him straight up that I intended on sleeping with him. We got Tacos on the way home with all the money we saved.
Game over. He has a paternity test request on his table.
She tried catching cigarette ashes on her tongue like snowflakes.
Should I mail that cop his nightstick or just throw it away?
like teasing for 28 minutes, then the very last 2 minutes is where is ALL goes down. I'm talking, rings off, stable sitting position, hand job madness.
My vagina and my morals are playing tug of war
His cuteness will no longer contol my vagina
You'd be surprised at the stuff my vagina tells my brain to say
I need to stop ravaging the freshman dorm like a virginity-snatching dragon.
Please tell me that all of the things I remember doing last night didn't really happen. Please.
You know it was one hell of a night when you need to use your own thong to wipe cum off your face.
just so you know they found you begging for money at the L station. What the fuck did you drink last night?
These morning walks of shame have became my morning jogs
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