I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
you might want to delete the history when you're done using the computer at work. did you ever find out what the white balls in your throat were?
Her boobs looked like leather oven mitts. No more cougar hunting for awhile.
until you tell me otherwise ill assume we're playing "cavity search" the homeland security game to spice up our sex life
As much as I'm all for laying on his living room couch, watching spongebob and having spoon sex, it's becoming a routine.
He makes this seasoned whore feel like a novice. I've met the one.
I have a test in the morning in sign language about signs for drugs and alcohol use. Im drunk and rolling a blunt. I've never felt so confident about a grade in my life.
Nope. Too hot. We just sat in my tub with cold water spraying on us drinking coronas. This summer heat is killing my libido slowly
I world jack off literally anyone now that I'm not related to.
Everyone at work loved my story about sobering up in a river with no bra on.
I love being high. The owl outside stopped who-ing and I could swear I just heard someone say, "Okay, that's a wrap!"
I am the fucking FIFTH wheel. How do you think it's going?
He's being awfully beer snobby for a guy who ordered salad
Explain to me again why I'm doing the walk of shame if we fucked at my house?
The good thing about country bars is that the men generally look like men. The bad thing is the country music.
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