Omg I def was not. I wasn't that drunk. I showed that I stuff my bra but I didn't whip my tit out.
But never have I ever had sex with a dirty talker before, so it was something else, to say the least. I signed up to get laid, not play Penthouse Mad Libs.
i should write a book entitled 'the joys of being sexually objectified'
bang him and never speak to him again. also, queef in his face.
i dont this its possible to queef on command.
Public safety found my id!
And i can't find my bra so i'm assuming they found my bra with my id which would explain the disapproving tone the lady on the phone had.
Listen, what he fails to understand is that the Olive Garden does not equal pussy.
grab my backpack.....its in the fridge
Yah, I guess one silver lining is I'd never seen a full water cooler get thrown down a flight of stairs, gotta appreciate the little things
Maybe I'm just didn't notice and imagined a different penis as a Freudian coping mechanism?
He balanced a treat on his nose, and then he rolled me a joint. My bf is the best pet ever.
My mute roommate is using sign language to ask a guy to fuck her.
My mom just asked if I've gotten any girls pregnant how is your day going
so my dads pretending to use the snow blower and theres absolutley no snow one the ground.... someone should really lock our liqour cabinet
being broke is really keeping my alcoholism in check
He woke me with blue berry pancakes and a blow job. He's a keeper.
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