But never have I ever had sex with a dirty talker before, so it was something else, to say the least. I signed up to get laid, not play Penthouse Mad Libs.
I feel like a combination of david goes to the dentist and drunkest guy ever goes for more beer
all a guy has to do is give me sprinkles and cookies and they can get me in bed
literally. a puddle of blood. on the floor. still searching for the source
I hope he didn't notice that my shirt was inside out when I told him I didn't have sex with the guy. Kind of a dead giveaway.
Dude they have your information. Come back. The sheriffs office is here, they are pissed..please come back otherwise jail is inevitable. Call me
Take my keys. Load me into the vehicle. Drive. Get food. Come back. These are my demands.
Right, well, that begs the question of where did you get the whip, why are you using it, and why don't you carry one around more often?
A man that refers to my vagina in third person is a man after my own heart.
So on a scale of 1 to Friendship-Over, how mad would you be if a rando I brought home sharted on the shag carpet in the living room?
he told me he could still feel the blowjob i gave him last year
wow. THAT good huh
But I wanna cuddle and just put my hand awkwardly close to your penis area by accident and look at you
Btw. U, me, male strippers, beer. Gonna happen. We could totally get TNT from like u know TNT places
I WOULD SERIOUSLY RECOMMEND THE SHIT THAT I AM ON RIGHT NOW
If I get laid tonight it will 1.) Prove that the sex gods do in fact exist, and 2.) Show that I am one motherfucking badass bitch.
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