a stripper queefed in my friends mouth last night and it reminded me of you. miss you
He's my palate cleanser. He's my mint sorbet. He's my saltine cracker. He's who I fuck between people to make the next one better.
Remeber when I drunkenly made out with him this summer while he was getting bitched at by his girlfriend on the phone? Yeah, neither do I. But I'm pretty sure that same thing happened again last night.
It was one of those "I have no idea if this will ever happen again so I can't say no" opprotunities. Part of me was like, "You slut" and the bigger part was screaming, "Hell yeah"
My glasses are somewhere in your living room. Also, my underwear might be in your bathroom or on or around your porch. Sorry.
he broke up with her mid blow job, and somehow convinced her to finish. I want his life
like teasing for 28 minutes, then the very last 2 minutes is where is ALL goes down. I'm talking, rings off, stable sitting position, hand job madness.
Take in how we used all the shot glasses in the bar in less than an hour
I'm basically a mama hen. I keep them warm and let them wonder around the house. not to mention, I keep eye on them just in case the falcons around the house try to snatch them away.
I don't even know what to say right now
Someday, but I will be heavily drugged and there will be no dolphins.
We have a bucket list tonight. Not done yet. Gotta climb a building
And then I went through the chix filet drive through for breakfast in all my republican post sex glory
This is not okay. I only like one boy. I should like 200 boys and be having wild unprecedented sex. Instead I like one boy whose a born again virgin.
All I want right now is a waffle and some fried chicken and a penis.
Imagine we only get one cock for the rest of your life. I’d pick his dick. That good!
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