i found her turbo button.....if you know what i mean.
I fukin lobve the states. Girls here let me fuck them because they like my accent. I may not go back
When she was giving me head last night it felt like there was a NASCAR pit crew working on my dick.
Someday. I cant very well invite myself to his dorm room. And I'm 28. The excuses to be drunk and running into him at uconn are rather slim. Although I'm working on it.
Accidentally hit on the same girl twice at the bar, she give me her number both times though so I think its cool.
She told me about it right after. She said she was scared I would be disappointed. And I was, but I pretended not to be. Which pretty much sums up our relationship.
But the guy you're fucking should not be within ten pounds of your weight when you're five fucking feet tall and he's 6'2". That's all I'm saying.
I work nights. I sleep in. I take online classes. And fuck bad bitches. I'd say those are some perks to grad school.
It would have been nice to break the dry spell with nice, civilized, sober sex somewhere other than on my friend's couch.
It's like those toothpaste commercials where 4 out of 5 dentists would recommend your vagina
The orgasm I got from him made me feel almost as good as I imagine the girls in the tampon commercials feel.
He just stopped me mid blow job so he could text his wife asking for TacoBell.
he's figured out my code; what are you doing = I haven't found a better dick yet
I feel like you should store your weed in something that suits your personality. For example mines in a hollowed out disney princess book.
I put him in the supply closet, used the copy paper to build a fort around him and his wheelchair, then he fucked me in the fort.
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