she pooed on me. she actually pooed on me.
Yeah. My legs are trembling...hard to walk. Feels like a neon arrow is pointing at me saying "just had sex (with not his wife)"
it's business casual sex. like no kissing, shake hands after, occasional frequency
Your clothes are in washers 2,3 and 4. I arranged by darks, whites, then frat... I'm not even joking
yeah, its right past the deli mart where i showed my right tit for mozzarella sticks.
No longer is one of my lifelong dreams to ride in a kangaroo pouch. You have eternally ruined that for me. Thank you.
I think now I understand why people say my penis is pretty.
His dick is as big as my 7" heels... Awkwardness is forgotten.
But there's never enough margarita money.
This is going to be one of those situations where we lose a day, isn't it
well he never texted me back and the pizza I took my rage out didn't deserve such malice
I don't care how hot she was, she wouldn't stop singing "Shut Up and Dance", instant boner-killer.
Moral of the story - don't craft naked. Your nipples with thank me.
i feel like if we ever had babies together they would just be drunk all the time
Van sex tonight? No need to tell me how classy that sounded.
My new gym is popular with trophy wives. They’re talking about yachts and plastic surgery
Learn their secrets! I want to meet men with Maseratis. The meat heads and Mustangs scene is getting old
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