get home. someone threw up in the fishtank last night.
Where does it all go? I've busted inside of you like 10 times in the last week.
And on top of all this... he just told me to "chill my nips."
You turned to me, winked, whispered "man the harpoons" and walked out with the fat chick
She said I'm so hungry I could eat a dick and winked at me
So I stappled myself into my toga... that should be interesting getting out of later tonight...
It's a never ending cycle of men I've fucked knowing other men I've fucked. I need a new town.
I have got to stop letting people hang ornaments from my nipple ring.
Tis the season.
Got laid in my rudolph onesie for the second year in a row. New tradition? Absolutely.
So, were they human bite marks at least?
Your guess is as good as mine.
I bought us both waterproof cases so we can sext through FaceTime in the shower.
Next. Level. Shit.
I am making up for a 7 year dry spell so I get a pass and I don't always care if there is a second date. It is like college but with more money and condoms.
Same I threw up in 3 different cities already today
His 89 y/o father walked in on us. Judging by the gasp/moan, I don't think the 1920s prepared him to see another dude inside his son.
hotelroom bed is big enough to masturbate in, but small enough to not want to sleep in it after you've masturbated in it
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