the guy I was hooking up with asked me if he could wear a guerilla suit during sex.
id be glad to
Let's make a pact to never get in a cab at 3am together unless it's to go home or for pizza.
the boys lacrosse roster just went up... now we can see who we had sex with
Don't make it weird, I don't think about you when I'm climaxing, it's just that I see you rooting me on.
Can't even walk I haven't tried talking but I probably can't do that either
my brain is opting to stay half drunk rather than relearn how to think. the rest of me is in no position to argue.
You know how I said I'd never worry about my roommate? Well I just walked in on her masturbating to Star Trek.
Did she boldly cum where no one has cum before?
He's hitting it raw. Might as well stick his dick in a vat of SARS at this point.
Did you get any pics? And I can only imagine how inferior you must have felt knowing that somewhere in that room was a guy whose penis was the length of your forearm.
So here's a brief summary of my weekend: last night I drank four glasses of Death Punch, grabbed the toaster, said "This is mine", put it in my pants and walked out the front door.
Visibly drunk girl eating alone at a souplantation just spilled salad all over her body. It was me
Sorry about my life...
Allow me to explain. Triple D is a surprise. It's like if you're expecting to fight one person, then you get ambushed by more. Except it's a good ambush, because it's boobs, not death.
Nothing personal but yes I would be suspicious If I saw 3 guys and 2 girls in the same bathroom stall together
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