I'm at a work party and I don't know how to drink socially. You know, like slow?
I picked her up for our first date on a fucking horse. Of course I got a BJ.
He went down on me and then slapped my ass saying "thanks for the confidence boost"... is this all I'm good for?
I'm skipping the 'hey, how are you, I have to pick up something pointless at your apartment' excuse and just telling you I'm coming over to fuck.
I want him to be my next love. So I'm taking it slow
As in ill only blow him next week
the caf people were giving us weird looks and she yelled ITS A LIFE STYLE
It's the first day of summer. It's not a race it's a marathon. Pace yourself
Im pretty sure you told the waiter at Dennys last night to take your pants off or show a nipple.
It's gotten to the point that the dirty talk in my head when I touch myself has your accent
In either case, seeing now as it's basically two couples, unless we're planning to have a good old fashion orgy I think this isn't going to work out so well.
All that fucking tequilla made my head feel like it's inside of a body builder's asshole. He's doing squats.
we were sitting in the kitchen and you kept biting my shoulder saying "itll all be over soon"
preface to our conversation: my vagina hurts.
Hurricane Harvey ruined my dick appt. WTF?!
Soooo you're telling me you support us groom's men giving lap dances to willing patrons?
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