I kept waking up & seeing my Goodfellas poster and thinking it was a window with people crammed against it staring at me.
I guess the lighting in my room made it look like they were moving. I remember telling myself that they were watching over me and protecting me from the cops
All I did was present the dick. You did the work. That's like thanking the pencil for a test you got an A on.
I want to be done crawling through windows but the sex is too good to stop...but I'm running out of excuses for where the bruises on my legs are coming from.
Did you leave your blow razor here? I need it for crafts.
Btw... when someone is licking your balls, "yeah... that's not the worst thing in the world" is not an appropriate compliment/thank you.
I started scrolling back in our texts looking for context and a picture of your dick rose like the Great Pumpkin in the middle of my screen.
I'm toasting stale bread and thinking of you
Is that a sex thing?
She yanked on my limp dick and I yelped, to which she slurred something about starting it like a lawn mower
I feel like there is something fundamentally wrong with me as a woman. My initial text to you was "What's up, fuck bucket?"
I smell like a skunk, but I'm okay with that.
You were petting your bowl of cocoa puffs and shushing it softly while staring at the mirror
Your actions as of last night have earned you over thirty new nicknames.
Taylor Swift needs more songs about threesomes. I'm not sure she gets me anymore.
You gotta do what you gotta do. Like how I gotta drive in the rain to go get chicken nuggets. I just gotta.
That's why my boobs are so big, they're full of secrets.
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