you can't spend the night you always smell like dirty underwear and my roommates complain
is it bad if i hope guys are like edward cullen and can read my mind. i could be a whore in disguise.
He went so fast i didnt even have time to pretend like i was about to have a fake orgasim
We were making out and then he stopped and said to me, "Your ship is right there, why don't you take your people and just go?"
he was terrible at kissing, so i just kept letting him motorboat me. he seemed very pleased with my choice
I found out what happened to my eye. I punched myself in the face.
That's two mile stones in one shot. A ginger and that's my third ashley.
Can't promise anything, there's vodka in my thermos
well i mean she can't stop a weed based friendship...its like a trying to stop a bomb or a really fast train...
And really all I wanted was to be like "hey can I borrow your dick for a few hours this weekend?"
Well she started to strip and when she slung her hair at me, she painted my face with sweat. A LOT OF SWEAT. It was a weird boner.
in that moment our bushes were one. and in that moment we were pure.
I just wanna get high and take a fucking awesome nap. Those are my goals for the week.
So I met one of her cousins last night. She recognized me as "the guy that's always in the liquor store", I may have a problem.
this vacation is helping with my sexual bucket list so much. threesome, deaf guy, and outdoor sex all accomplished.
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