You were telling me about how you were gonna marry him, have his children and name them all woodchip.
And i was thinking, 'i'm happy to be underneath you, but i wish you weren't doing THAT.'
your ex dropped by. you can call me dwight howard, cuz im the king of rebounds
So then I sent a pic msg of the Magnum XL box to her friend
i find it sad that i can no longer sit in the back of class for fear that someone will fart into the heater again.
I have a page in my 2010 scrapbook dedicated to pictures of his cock.
I'm sorry but that single bed couldn't hold all five of us, especially with those boobs.
He professed his love for me while I danced on a picnic table with a bottle of Absolut. I said thank you and walked away.
I just found a video of you asking to be a whale with me.
They've taken all the lighthearted fun out of S&M.
I am about five seconds from ripping off my clothes and throwing myself into the ocean to become a mermaid
Not even official and he's cleaned my puke twice. His hotdog skills are an added bonus. I've got a keeper
And besides a nice relationship, I just really want to get laid damnit
He fucked me in one of the back rooms at the club then gave me an altoid. I have mixed feelings about it still.
I have just received a gold-medal-deserving sext. He wrote me a fucking novel. Not only am I incredibly turned on but I am beyond impressed. He is the sext god. I must bow to him.
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