marching band practice is quite the interesting soundtrack to sex
Harry Potter. Singing. Sobering up. In that order.
I'd rather say I'm a whore then admit it's his child. Its that bad.
At the hospital. Forgot we locked Eric out of the house last night as a joke. Hypothermia's a bitch.
Well i'm not entirely sure considering he gave my vagina an early valentine's day card that said "you're purrfect."
My god. We'll be gay porn millionaires.
There's a bed on the roof. The window behind it is too small for it to go through. I'm impressed.
Trying to grind with crutches was not a success
On a scale of your daily life to smuggling crack into the DR, how illegal is it?
I decided not to eat, and then this man was my fairy " don't black out" godmother
I fucking love my neighbors. I offered him chocolate and somehow it turned into a sexual proposition.
He kept telling me Te Amo last night. Over and over. And that he was scared. Drunkenly. In Spanish.
So unless we're getting married, I can't see him cry AND have sex with him. It just doesn't work like that.
You cannot tell me you don't have a problem while crying pantsless on a stranger's sofa bed.
They need to eat meat, go down on me the first time, every time, and know how to pull my hair. And there's a height requirement for this ride
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