Stop it. You sound like you're giving birth.
i just identified you from a description of your pipe
So the answer to your question is yes, I was masturbating on the roof of my building.
I don't remember. I remember laying in the trunk of a car. For hours.
He spent 6 hours at the ER after crashing a motorcycle and still came to the bar, Ofcourse I went home with him. He's my hero.
You misunderstood me....i wasnt asking and it is not negotiable
You're making this sound more like a hostage situation than a booty call.
I think I kinda scared him when I told him if he premature ejaculated I would punch him in the throat.
No just sleep deprived. James woke me up at 7 and forced me to eat a hot pocket with him cause he " didn't want me to die".
Cause its not a drunken adventure unless someone ends up in a pool
Did we almost burn down the bar last night? I guess flaming shots were a bad idea.
I mean, except for the part where I was vomiting up pineapple and hot sauce, it was a really fun time.
Plus you get to call him out on being a dick. It's more satisfying than ever sex I've ever had.
Did my dad just see you doing a walk of shame?
Yup I waved.
I just found your shirt hanging in a tree 4 blocks from the party...in the opposite direction of your house. where are you going?
Sorry, i'm on a strict diet of vodka and regret
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