I don't usually arrange sex via text message
he started yelling "this is my pussy" mid thrust
I dont want to tell you. Lets just say that a lot of things are reminding me of your dick right now
We'll both be dead in approximately 72-96 hours, with you bringing your liver out of retirement again, Favre.
I had to show the prof your text saying that I could pick up your midterm for you. I covered the part of the screen saying you weren't there because you were about to have morning choke sex.
he told me he could still feel the blowjob i gave him last year
wow. THAT good huh
are you just inviting me because you can't afford an actual stripper?
he's like watermelon oreos; I know they're gross and weird and I shouldn't like them, but I can't stop eating them because they're there.
some how during sex we caught an ENTIRE pillow on fire. A WHOLE PILLOW.
'valentine' just autocorrected to 'cake robe' in my phone
I think that summarizes my life up pretty accurately
Do him. As soon as possible and as often as possible. That's what Oprah would say
I just got back like 5 minutes ago, I have two champagne bottles that I carried with me on the train home and a Dunkin donuts coffee cup full of stolen butter, I've been in a windowless room for the last 6 hours, time does not exist
what is your life
Free champagne that's what
Woo is fucking right, dude. Vodka night tonight. Honestly, every night pretty much seeems like vodka night lately. My liver wants to move out of my body like I gave it an eviction notice.
So I was laying on the couch reading a book and he texted me. All I saw was the image of him spitting on my vagina last night in the moonlight. I gagged.
He's got a big dick, a steady job and tells me I'm pretty. There is litterally nothing else I look for I a guy.
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