you should just get pregnant. that way you don't need to decide on a career.
We have a drunk bartender with her nips a quarter inch from bein out buying us shots. GET HERE.
You just said the magic words
Well i'm not entirely sure considering he gave my vagina an early valentine's day card that said "you're purrfect."
He did the "not my house dance." Apparently it involves spreading cereal on the floor and then grinding into the carpet in bare feet while singing "not my house" over and over and dancing.
I wonder if our vaginas are like "o thank god, no strangers breaking in tonight." Baahhhh sooo bad
OH MY GOD DO YOU REMEMBER WISHBONE? DO YOU REMEMBER THAT LITTLE BITCH? WHAT'S THE STORY WISHBONE
There were four people in the car. The girls sure know how to blow. I think we almost crashed when the driver climaxed.
That's why we don't trade sex for Taco Bell. It's called the dollar menu.
He wants to take me instead of his girlfriend to the happiest place on earth... By that He meant Vegas. My morals are just loose enough to think this is a good idea
Frankly, since I met you, I practically exist in a state of constant readiness for sex
He started french braiding my hair while I was blowing him. The question is not why, but how.
Enjoy the penises
We could have mediocre awkward sex or mediocre stunted/awkward/uncomfortable banter. The possilities are relatively finite
His dick is pure magic - dark, powerful, beautiful magic. It's the Elder Wand of penises
The thing I'm gonna miss about him is his dick.
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