Internet sex stories have completely ruined the word sopping for me.
Dude with the Beatles haircut just got his pilots license and wants to take us up to do a case race mid flight. Don't tell me networking is unnecessary.
I can practically hear my vag and my conscience fighting.
In the memo line of the check she wrote sexual healing.
He knew exactly who I'd slept with after just one look at my crotch. He's like the Sherlock Holmes of cocks.
Hungover/still slightly drunk at work. Opened a bag of cheese with a box cutter. Pretty sure I need stitches.
They made out. Sounded like hippos drinking water
Dave when you find that upper decker at your house its from me but its for Jill not you
It was technically 11... But I go by McDonald's time, if they aren't servin breakfast, it's the afternoon. Therefore I can drink
Simple revenge plan: break into his house and steal one shoe of every pair
please tell me you're the one making all the weird noise in the yard..
I just my had my first cup of coffee in a week. I think I might orgasm.
woke up this morning and she was gone. but she left a box of donuts on the counter with a note saying "for all the 'o's you gave me last night"
He was fingering me and I came so hard that I actually broke his wrist. We're at the ER now.
We lost you in the bar so we waited outside for you...next thing you know you kick open the doors and yell "I'M ALIVE"
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