I was just texting to see if your vagina was working yet.
No flamethrowers. That is a direct order.
I woke him up this morning and said I have a meeting w my advisor in an hour you need to wake up, cum on my face, and take me to my car.
My adult sexuality and some of the best memories of my childhood collided like a Pee Wee Herman wet dream.
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nothing like a call from your drunk grandpa at midnight on a wednesday to ask your parents if you're registered to vote...
Well, I made it thru a doorway, so I think things are going good.
PS my house is a mess.
pps I have a rash on my face.
We got a lap dance! I touched a boob!
I'm pathetic. I'm eating cream puffs in the bath and crying a little.
He tried to buy me a drink at dollar beer night. All 3 of his credit cards were declined, so he asked me if I could cover it. Needless to say, I'm not calling him back.
Then again I went over his house after not hanging out since kindergarten and tried to fuck him so maybe I'm partially to blame here
Like pizza and mermaids make up about 1/3 of my thoughts on the weekends.
that guy was staring at your tits.
nah, more like they were staring at him, and his girlfriend, and her less than adequate bosom. they pitied the fool.
point taken, oh mistress of the bosoms.
I have to have boobs, you have the charm and wholesomeness that gets boyfriends... And i have boobs
I’ve basically been controlling him with my tits for months now, so I can’t even imagine what would happen if I start banging him
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