She is making me post-sex grilled cheese at 2 am wearing only shorts and cowboy boots. I am so in love
I couldn't walk, so he carried me all the way home; and then I told him that I wasn't drunk enough to fuck him. Poor kid.
Did I at antime last saturday slip away and sign up for a prayer circle?
Is there any chance I can see you without pouring vodka on your head?
We broke into the space center. If i go to jail I wanted to tell you, you have a fantastic dick. Use it wisely.
While we were making out, he kept yelling at me for not coming to his wedding last month.
Well the strippers have danced to goo goo dolls and green day, time of your life. Were all gonna commit suicide.
So we have also come to the conclusion that slam piece Saturday's are the appropriate follow ups to find a husband Fridays
He used the expression "my couch is your couch" as a come on line.
If our sexual relationship was relative to the Harry Potter series, I would have claimed the Wizard's Cup at least ten times.
I want to bone him until his eyes fall out
I don't know which is weirder: that she was old enough to have a live-in son close to my age, or that the woman he was with was close to hers
Never joke about your clitoris.
You spilled your drink, and we laughed so hard my boobs popped out of my shirt.
We hooked up and he sent me home with a plant and skittles lmao
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