He proposed that we "bone". I've completely given up on boys.
birthday sex, birthday sex, birthday sex
I'm on my period, period, period
You are the only person I know that goes to a bar enough to charge your iPhone there....
We bonded over blowjobs and stories of our childhoods. It was beautiful.
Halfway through he got an idea for a short story so he wrote it in magic marker on my boobs. Yeah, he's a keeper.
He ran into the room yelling "attack! Attack!", jumped on top of me on the air mattress, popped the air mattress, and then we had victory sex, because he was proud of popping it.
She said my new name was "ranch" because I "looked delicious"
I almost bumped into a man wrapped only in a blanket at 10 am
I honestly think she should have her own reality show called "Lowering the Bar" and it consists of a camera crew following her from Bar to bar hooking up with unsuspecting drunk attractive men.
Must say, as a couple, she and I are thrilled that our pretend lesbianism has paid off.
As planned I took it to the limit. Then we met a new limit. Now they are limit friends.
My little brother came home while I was sitting there icing my vagina with a bag of peas. Asshole looks at me, high fives Ryan, then leaves.
I told him I had the birth control implant in my arm and he looked me in the eyes, said "Science!" and came in me
I am luring the porn star to my house with chicken!
lord you gonna make me abandon my soup for tasteful catboy nudes
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