If it wasnt for meatballs I would have fucking killed myself already.
By the end of the second bowl I was making sound effects to every hand movement he made.
my tits taste like a pina colada. how often do you get to say that?
I feel if a girl leaves my house the next morning feeling degraded and in desparate need of a shower, then I have succeeded.
Just thought i should tell someone im on the roof, if i pass out up here because no one found me, im behind the chimney
He kept his baseball cap on when he went down on me...
I need to shower, but I have no shower curtain... I think I can get by with a whore bath and a hat for one more day.
I don't know... But I do think this is probably the longest series of texts we've written discussing your cock. David was right, it is a brave new world. Also, slow day at work again?
Dude. I legit missed class because I got too engrossed in the porn I was watching. Also I need to figure out how to get as flexible as these chicks. Some of the positions they do are outrageous.
I apologized for the whole SWAT team incident to the roommate.
Do you remember doing synchronized hip thrusts to Michael Jackson? Probably one of my favorite parts of the night
I'll only sleep there if we can bone on your balcony.
Oh, and Harry Potter. We could be fuck-and-Harry-Potter buddies.
honestly, you deserve someone taller anyways
We spent our last night together taking turns vomiting in the bathroom. I'd say it was a romantic trip.
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