Where you at
assisting at a photo shoot in williamsburg till 7ish. wassup?
Doesn't matter. I already jerked off in your bed.
We smoked a joint and talked about his parent's divorce. It was like being fifteen all over again.
Also, the zoloft kicked in and I can't get an erection anymore. So I'm depressed.
Thanksgiving. This year's theme: I am thankful that I still have a liver.
I hope my orgasm sounds aren't secretly that bad and no one tells me
How does this dude know what a dying walrus sounds like? That's the real question
Dude you took some guys glasses off his face and ran out of the bar
Every single item that was in my fridge is now in my hot tub. Please help
He is really real. Like I know where he works, have referenced him with mutual fb friends and I've seen his dick. He's real.
Grass is always greener, Allison, grass is always greener
The grass is drunker and I'm lying down on it
That sounds promising. I'm twerking to human nature.
I traded him cumming in my face for a year for a Disney annual pass. One giant leap back for feminism, one small step for the adult child Disney fan.
I'm not gonna lie. I'm a little scared.
Good. The Jell-O shots look great.
They were assless. I wore assless football pants.
is it just me or does "lol" kill any sort of vibe while sexting?
conclusion: canadians have really freaky sex
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