He was dressed in cheap leather and smelled like death.
suntimes in life you find a rare opportunity, mine was bonin my gf in front of the tv
i dedicated my morning wood to you.
Good luck! Who knows he might be a stallion in the bedroom! or it could be like having sex with a crayon.
He moved away. I mourned his dick all of Sunday. I feel a little better now.
I don't know if you remember, but I was only wearing an afghan.
I woke up in her bed, she woke up in mine. Apparently there was a miscommunication after the 8th jager bomb.
Omg. I felt like a crazed animal last night. My lesbian instincts burned a hole in my panties.
I woke up today in my boxers hugging a log and realized that I think I've gotten close enough to nature. I really need to stop doing shrooms with you
Have fun in Vegas! Be safe, use condoms, and take a pic of Jon beforehand to give out when he goes missing. It will help the police.
You put on some guys Birkenstocks that were abandoned on the dance floor overtop of your flats. Then ran out of the bar high gives the bouncer and said "look at my new kicks" then he was like woah wait a minute someone is missing those and made you return them. You were very upset
You will bone me until my eyeballs fall out. This is not a request.
Well, we ended up labeling the relationship. We are now each other's designated butt-toucher.
I keep finding granola in my bed. This is what I get for sleeping with a guy from Oregon.
Maybe you should slow down tonight...
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