She STILL went home with me even when I said yes when she asked if I had an infectious disease. Turns out she asked if I had an infectious spirit...well she has my infectious spirit now
Periouds do not concern me. Biploogival needs are buological needs.
I can't decide if the sex was so good I couldn't move, or if it was me being loaded on all the morphine that they shot me up with at the ER.
It's great when the cashier at the liquor store asks "weren't you wearing those clothes yesterday"
20 bottles of wine, 3 cases or beer, and 5 bottles in my kitchen... My parents are teasing me.
I don't know... But I do think this is probably the longest series of texts we've written discussing your cock. David was right, it is a brave new world. Also, slow day at work again?
I am literally the only girl who can black out and wake up pantsless and STILL be 99% sure I didn't get any.
She had caution tape on her head and she blew me.
Look, the fact that I didn't kick him out and rip your clothes off speaks very highly of me.
The last thing I remember is crying and shaking my head as she was putting salt on my hand. I guess I took the shot
She is the Michael Jordan of blowjobs. Unfortunately, her baby sister is the Michael Jordan of baseball of blowjobs. It does not run in the family.
No more morning sex. Just for once, my vagina would like to go to work bone-dry and bone-free.
I just had sex on my kitchen counter. It's like the American dream
it was the kind of sex that I don't even know how my hair extentions are still in
all I know is that I was naked, and there were cheeto puffs everywhere...
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