I mean, he was my book buddy in 1st grade. The kid taught me how to read, the least I could do was give him head.
I was puzzled last night that there were shots waiting for us when we got there. Just read my messages and saw you were ordering from the bar via texts.
I hope they realize that to me "collecting their mail" is synonymous with "fucking in every room in their house, and twice in the party shower."
I bought him bourbon as a thank you for his apology. What is wrong with me?
Hey..um, you dont know me, but I just found your purse in a bush at the end of my street this morning
There is a special place in Hell for whichever one of you put Ben Gay on my dildo. It was a very uncomfortable April 1.
I was super naked---except I kept my shoes on, because I'm a lady, and I was bent over a bar.
I'd tell u there's strippers to make you get here faster, but that would be a blatant lie... There's strippers here.
It's like fucking tetris in this bed
I would give a kidney to fuck him and he knows it. That bastard.
My butt remains clenched, sir.
Its 9 am & i've been cleaning for 6 hours now with occasional crying bursts and two cocktails. Adulting 101.
How long do I have to listen to him talk about the chickens before telling him I just really want to fuck? Note: it's already been twelve minutes.
random boy in my bed. last night wasnt a dream. fuck.
I wonder how vigorously I can jack off in a one person tent without being noticed???
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