Fine. I'll sleep in my office
Come over! I've just turned Titanic into a drinking game. I drink every time I want to fuck Leonardo DiCaprio.
You deserve yourself a blunt and a build a bear.
He looks like the kind of guy that would jack off to weird things.
I've got to admit, I'm a little hesitant about giving him road head. I've seen how he drives and I've seen how he acts when I give him head. A small part of me is saying this is going to end badly.
I told your dad we had a nice lunch and hung out for awhile. It seemed more appropriate than "I had a bite of his canned chili and then we ripped each others clothes off."
His dick is as big as my 7" heels... Awkwardness is forgotten.
I really hope you didn't eat the bowl of melted vanilla ice cream I left on the coffee table. Because it is not melted vanilla ice cream.
I like how I just yelled in the window at Mcdonalds drive thru, got his number and then fucked. it was like I ordered a happy meal that only can be had after midnight.
He got me off while watching hockey. He's a keeper.
I just want cinnabon and vodka.
One three hour marathon fuck session and now she's divorcing her husband. Should I get business cards made?
Dude, you were so drunk you were hanging from the ceiling of my car pretending you were a sloth while we were on 81.
i came so much i feel like i were to try again, only dust would come out. and maybe glitter
You think my vibrator will be okay in the dishwasher?
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