His internet searches, listed chronologically: sex slave, volunteer sex slave, lava
She's not depressed. She's just sober. It's like the same thing.
Just left some random in my bed to go get mcdonalds breakfast. I'd say my priorities are on point.
Last night you were talking while puking saying, "ahh the shoes and the purse, I'm gonna have to wash those"
He's having a heart to heart coversation with the keg about what he should do with his life.
I pretty much envision me eating a turkey leg whilst fucking you. I have priorities.
Don't ask how or why, but I think the 775 on the inside of my lip is permanent
I just want to have weird supply closet sex with him... and then I'll be all set. Fired, but all set.
We did it in the bathroom in Taco Bell. We didn't buy anything before we left, which I thought was rude.
He's freaking out just because my cat licked his balls while he was fucking me
okay when i look at this i can see it on the future news along with the headline "picture scandal involving senatorial candidate sexually harassing drunken idiot in what appears to be a pink room of pain"
but how can he casually chat with my father 8 hours after asking me if i'm a screamer
You need to stop vomiting in the washing machine, bro. For real this time.
I just want an early 40-something dude who is vaguely unencumbered, professionally driven and wants to put me in a ball gag.
i just woke up in my dog's bed, on my parents floor, my outfit on backwards, and a bottle of lube poured down my pocket.
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