UPDATE: In a passionate fit of self love, I brought myself to orgasm under the moon on my 7th floor balcony, ejaculating between the rungs towards the ground.
Unfortunately, I did not realize that most of it would end up on the balcony below mine.
At least you don't cum in color.
i feel like i want to date him just so i could be besties with his penis
once I found out that a naked stripper wasn't gonna pop out of the cake I kind of just lost interest in the party
She either was great at sex or I finished the whole bottle of svedka my self
At least in the future when we're all real people we can laugh about the time we all had scabies together?
I no longer see him as a simple set of male genitalia attached to a very sexy body. The title "trophy fuck" seems wrong. Damn.
At least your night didn't end with three cops seeing your ass and you sitting on the ground in a wig throwing your shoes at people
I guess I just stopped wanting to rip his balls out and started being okay with him being alive. that's a typical feeling for exes right?
He started making out with my boobs. I didn't know whether to be proud of my boobs or ashamed of my mouth.
There are no winners in a lube eating competition.
sex on a roof was cool and all but that superhero argument was the best part of the night hands down
I admit it could have gone better but look at it this way, since I broke the urn you don't have to worry about spreading the ashes.
Ignore him I am the one that wears the pants in the relationship while "the big man" cries in bed
Bug bite on my vagina. I think we need to stop this 'sex in awesome places campaign.'
What happened?
Vodka. Vodka happened.
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