I texted him about a book we both like. I was expecting a "ya great book... let's bone" response. It didn't work
I'm totally counting that party when he kept putting his hands down my pants as a date.
it's like a replay of two fridays ago...except not in a motel and i'm not having sex in the shower.
OK am i seriously the only one who thinks Cocaine Tuesdays is a bad idea?
I feel like he's only with me because no one else would blow him.
I feel like butter and tequila would be excellent combination. Right now. Please do this in my name.
So coach him. No guy wants to admit being unsure of something in bed. It's a man-law or something.
I asked for my Beats earbuds back and he sent me a pic of them tied around his penis. Now I miss both my great ear buds and his great dick
Just saw identical twins riding scooters. Today is not real who the hell rides a scooter anymore
I have bad memories with every alcohol but we manage to work through the problems for the good of the relationship
He is more interested in finding his sweater than he is in having sex with me. It better be a great fucking sweater.
Is there something wrong with us? Seriously.
Possibly, but I'd rather not fix it.
I'm gonna cum garlic butter
Russell is lonely. He needs a companion.
You're lucky you have a monster cock or most people may just laugh at your penis' nickname.
Does fucking him in the back of the car with the sun roof retracted count as star gazing?
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