Doo rag and shades in the bar. You are missing your future husband.
Got bored today and made list of places in apt I want to have sex. One includes opening and coming out the window.
If I die, please delete the word file entitled "Rainy Day"
You asked him to stand still, you put your leg on his shoulder, started dry humping the air
I think jizz is working it's way to becoming my number 1 food source.
You should make cookies and when I get home we can have a slow motion hug and eat them
Its a "sake bomb in the bathroom during class" kind of day.
My boobs are feeling quite sensitive so I told them, " you is smart, you is kind, you is important" that should do the trick.
The "don't have sex with him again" alerts you set on my phone just started going off.
Good. "Seriously, don't do it" should start in about five minutes.
Sounds like she has 4 first names. Like a sad version of Ricky bobby
I feel like she is getting all kinds of bacterial exposure that may otherwise have been avoided had she been wearing pants
Sheila knows I only go down on her on Bastille Day. Valentine's Day we get high and watch The Neverending Story. THE SYSTEM WORKS.
I have a hook up buddy in Abiquiu. He lives next to a Chipotle; that's the only reason I see him.
The only good thing about the sex was that he finally cracked the spot on my back that's been hurting.
I suggest both. Please have sex with them and prepare notes for a final comparison.
What do you do when you legitimately find a hidden sex dungeon in your parents basement next to your bedroom!!?
Randomize
