I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
She can't keep using her latex allergy as an excuse to go bareback with everyone.
so i am drinking whiskey and watching home alone 2 by myself. it turns out moving to a foreign country isn't all that different after all.
if you lined all their dicks up next to eachother, it would be like at&t bars
In other words, he somehow found his way to my apartment, wasted, and was naked on my new couch. Completely naked. It was too special to pass up.
Sincerely would love to tap that, on a mountain with the wind blowing on your pubes .
I kept resisting the urge to yell "2 for 2!" so they could hear me on the other side of the wall.
By talk him into it I assume you mean blow him into it.
I know you're very busy with sleep and things, but when you wake up we need to talk about weirdly shaped penises.
I spent the entire party sexting people's significant others for them because they were too drunk to do it themselves. I did quite well too. I should start a business
Have you heard yourself have sex?
I'm not THAT loud...
My neighbors filed a noise complaint.
we didn't have sex though. because i have the will power of an ox.
should i feel bad about fucking you on my front lawn the day before you set me up with your best friend?
shit... I double booked my fuck buddies
I can see. My condolences to your vagina.
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