Do you like marathons because that's how long I plan on fucking you.
You remember correctly you did get a golf cart ride out but it wasnt because you were special. You were so smashed you were screaming tiger at random golfers in the middle of there backswing.
I wanna dance tonight. i just wanna grind my ass in some man's dick.
I have beard burns on my inner thighs. I'd say last night went pretty well.
im really going to miss that car, so many blow jobs...
Her face just looks like a massive mistake. That's the only legitimate description I can say about it
Seriously, come get him. He's not even a person anymore. He's a loud, drunk, cock-blocking wrecking ball.
As part of the off-hours team building exercises, I had my new coworkers figure out to push me back to the hotel from the nearby bars in a shopping cart every night for a week.
I woke up still drunk to a beautiful tattooed columbian man making me pancakes. How's your memorial day?
Also, I found your gauge.
I found it under my pillow like a gift from the Sex Fairy.
I pretended to be blind and he pretended to be my assistant and long story short, we had to buy that bra and panty set, and now we're both banned from Victoria's Secret AND I have a cum stained demi cup.
On a serious note, don't let me forget to tell you about firecracker baseball. I'm glad I have my fingers. I had to count them.
Would it be creepy if I masturbated with my face in the pillow he slept on last night? Cuz I'm pretty sure that's about to happen
Idk. The bad part of me thinks it's a good idea. The bad part is also the stupid part.
I told him I might be pregnant and he said he'd buy me a test and a twix bar. I'm marrying him. Tomorrow.
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