Goal for tonight: Make one last drunken mistake for the semester.
i was so drunk i stopped mid-blowjob to make sure he i was with my boyfriend and not some random. twice.
I think I'm going to wait until after Halloween to call off the wedding. No need to ruin my favorite holiday.
Weird we were more concerned with sharing our germs than tag teaming the blow job?
I'm not sure, 7-8, the last bit was a rush of at least three blended together. Basically you fucked me so stupid that I can't even recall the number of orgasms.
So you know, I'm making that my facebook status.
His voice is like having sex with hot chocolate and then suddenly you're pregnant.
The sweaty, naked apartment dance party wasn't complete until I threw the whole jar of glitter on us. It was like the icing.
We have a little not a lot. We already rolled a blunt and named him Ron.
He told me we shouldn't hang out because it would be weird and then snap chatted me a picture of his dick
I feel like my sexual preferences are just another sign that I am a 75 year old drag queen in a 29 year old woman's body.
I got a charlie horse in my ass while masturbating. We are never been going to that boot camp again.
I just want to bone him one last time before he moves across the country with his new (average looking) girl friend.
Drunk sperm are not productive sperm.
They think I'm one of them. I'm about to get drunk in a Santa suit and bust down the door singing Christmas carols.
THREE MINUTES! THREE MINUTES PAST MIDNIGHT I STSRT HEARING CHRISTMAS MUSIC ON THE OVERHEAD PA SYSTEM!!!
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