It's what's on the inside that counts(972): They probably have big open vaginas so the inside is no good
And then he said "good night girls" and kissed each one before I put my shirt back on
She wouldn't stop saying her own name. Like a damn pokemon.
i looked up and she was looking over the stall watching me pee and told me to unlock the door. that dedicated to sucking my dick.
Nothing says "lifelong friendship" like FaceTiming in a sex shop.
Maybe if he'd step up his game and get a real job instead of donating plasma and trying to grow pot then you wouldn't feel compelled to write prisoners in Oregon.
It was like a Thanksgiving meal, which you spend 8 hours cooking, and the family wolfs down in 20 minutes. All that flirting and build-up for like 90 seconds of pumping and he was gone in a flash, never to be heard from again.
He woke up, yelled "RALLY!" and then puked in my glove compartment
And then I went through the chix filet drive through for breakfast in all my republican post sex glory
Sigh. I'll find the right guy one day.
Prince charming is right around the corner and will be freaky as shit!
we need to make pact to not cut each other's hair on coke and whiskey nights.
While I agree, I dont think thats realistically possible
using my tits for other peoples nudes hit me up business in the making
you should probably call the Bronx Zoo in the morning to formally apologize
its the right thing to do
I just wanna know if were done hooking up so I know of that condom he left in my top drawer is fair game
spent the night holding naked strippers up for keg stands and doing endless amounts of body shots. good game 8am final exam.
whats an extra semester when you've already been in college for 6 years?
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