We started making out, then he decided to get naked, put on a condom, and proceed to dry hump my leg, sweat pants and all, until he blew his load. I thought this was college. I immediatly left claiming I can't sleep in other people's rooms. He didn't even bother taking off my hoodie.
grilled cheese. we just shotgunned grilled cheese.
The worst part of it is that he's not the first man I've fucked with 2+ chihuahua's.
Well, I looked over and you and him were each making out with a fireman. And then you switched. And you probably spent an hour like that.
screw it, I'll just be a stripper until next August when then are looking for suitable teachers to teach the future of America. it's like a feel good movie just a little out of order and im a dude.
This is your liver's 7:15 wake up call. Mandatory margarita popsicles after work today. Rule #71: no excuses, play like a champ!
Remember the couple Steve and I heard and rated their sex based on the bed squeaks cuz we couldn't sleep through the noise? We got them back. They turned up the radio to drown us out.
I am tired of banking on my penis size to overcome my lack of game.
"willing to pay anyone fun whos willing to hang out and laugh at my jokes while my friends are MIA" is this to desperate?
Do you think accidently including this month's Credit Card statement in my application will keep me from getting into grad school?
Depends ... when did you purchase your vibrator?
It's simple. He fucks me at his place and I fuck him at my place. It's like man of the house gets to top.
Do exhausted, barely concealed hand jobs count as joining the mile high club?
I've only fucked to 2 Fleetwood Mac songs, that must be why my life feels so empty.
Like, I don't need to know your life dude. I just need you to suck my tits.
You seem like the type to go to a craft sale baked out of your mind. I like you.
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