I have a feeling that after last night, i'm not just going to hell. i'm going to hell on a full scholarship. free admission bitches
he kept asking me "do you love it? tell me you love it" as I was riding him.
and...?
I told him it was alright.
it was a 10 min screaming orgasm. i don't care that you were next door and didn't appreciate all the noise.
Things we need. Powerade. Water in fridge. Mixers for vodka. And reality checks.
how is telling me how long you drunkenly fucked someone supposed to make me miss you?
it's like if youve been living with the grinch for 15 yrs and then santa shows up with a big gift begging to fuck the christmas spirit back into you. no one can say no to santa.
I'm just saying. If this how my magic vagina shows it's magic then I don't want any
Starting St Patrick's Weekend, non stop flights on Pacific Whorelines to the scenic HotMessXpress. Get the cougars ready, it's gonna get weird.
God this is like a meg Ryan movie without the restaurant orgasms
It has gotten to a point where I just want to sit on his face. Less butterflies, more orgasms.
that's the second time I've made out with him and woken up with my pants stuffed with PBRs I am convinced he's magic
OMG I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT HOW OUR FRIENDSHIP IS SO REAL BECAUSE I SHOW YOU DICK PICS AND WE LAUGH TOGETHER.
I woke up with her finger in my vag. Let's just say that I'm one horny inquisitive drunk.
One singular head for man, one giant climax for mankind
Just watched a guy open his car door, puke, close it, and resume driving. Happy Monday.
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