I admire the strength of friendship we have that allows for sharing husbands.
I had to stop messing around with him for fear of laughing in his face. I swear it was a pinky finger in his pants
I just realized last night I drunk-bought a flight to Florida for this weekend...kinda torn between the price and the potential of awesomeness
I've reached the slutty point of no return. And it feels like multiple orgasms and coke lines
I'm so disappointed in myself I can actually taste it.
Does it taste like semen?
We need to step up our tailgating...they're here drinking out of a prosthetic leg
I've honestly never felt so much emotion towards a wall
Wait, just ask him if can you can join in. You haven't lived until you've taken part in a threesome with your father...or so I've heard
Also I'm eating leftovers with a pair of bullet removal forceps (unused) because I don't have a fork.
Is it too soon for me to wonder what sex with him would be like?
DICK-CITY HERE WE COME
Like pizza and mermaids make up about 1/3 of my thoughts on the weekends.
I didn’t not spend thanksgiving morning making out with him in a diner parking lot
My body isnt used to all this fresh air, sun and booze....ok well maybe just the fresh air and sun...its used to the booze.
Like honey no, I’m getting groceries while pretending that having sexy talk with you is turning me on
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