No, you can still breathe under the balls.
He fucked my earring out of my ear. Of course he's coming over again.
I knew it was time to leave Waffle House when you started singing "What's Your Fantasy" to your hash browns.
This Xanax laced vodka tonic will help me forget that all these spring breakers are all young enough to have been my students.
I would never do this in real life. It's only college.
I feel like all of the victims from Seven. Best birthday weekend ever.
The bond between me and cheese is something no man can understand.
Fuck. I have to get my shit together by lunch. Mission impossible.
What if he stabs me in the back, mid-orgasm, as I sit on his face? It'd be a miraculous way to go but that's not the point
I'm 10 cats away from completing my post divorce transformation.
No? The only contact I've had with him for months was when I drunk texted him from Costa Rica to say that all jazz sounds the same
You wanna explain to me why there is a banana shoved down my pants?
She started crying because the Rugrats grew up
I learned tonight while in another country that no matter the nationality, men are disappointing in bed
I have filthy fantasies involving his tongue. My vagina almost exploded while he was licking that ice cream cone.
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