So how was he last night?
Five-minute foot-long.
I swear my cock is like a magnet to my friends younger sisters mouths.
Hung over does not do it justice. I am hung like a horse over. I am hungover and over and over. I am hung, drawn and quartered fucking over. They just told me I can't keep my sunglasses on in the office. Fuck drinking with you people.
I guess I really am the only person in this world who can successfully have a no-strings-attached threesome on the beach.
Maybe I'm just didn't notice and imagined a different penis as a Freudian coping mechanism?
I don't even fuck like that, he just happened to be in the right place at the right drunk.
The fact that me being able to walk down stairs is an accomplishment in my books pretty much explains how I am
I have a boner in one of my pics with her which no one noticed.
I was drunk and really grossed out when you poured cheese on me and, I guess I just freaked out.
I'm determined to sit on that face.
I think I puked in the middle of sex last night if that's any indication as to how drunk I was.
It's almost sad. It's like the Harambe of vagina stories really.
To get him to come she paid for his uber and promised that someone in the house would give him head. it worked
We watched ESPN, hooked up, got waffles. You know, a typical weekend.
Hahahaha. He sent me a dick snap in the lululemon stockroom. What is life. If this works out, this could benefit everyone....
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