It's Friday. Sex?
I woke up this morning under my fitted sheet and my legs through the sleeves of my sweater.
Whatever, you were 10 deep and there was a hot tub. No judgment.
Life's too short to consider the larger psychological underpinnings of my lust.
My dinner last night was 3000 calories of beer. Slept kneeling on the floor w/ my head on a couch
He said he wants to make an itinerary for the sex we'll have when I come home.
Lauren she was gnawing on a dresser. Gnawing. On. A. Dresser.
let's be real here, you have a beautiful vagina. this kid is a doctors son. that's a remedy for beautiful rich grandkids. he is just trying water his family tree, and make sure he doesn't end up in some piece of shit adult home. go for it.
I didnt say frisky time, just alone time, to chat, or watch a show, or stare into one anothers eyes, or souls, or asses, whatever you straight people do
You don't care if I shave my legs, but you insist I be conscious for sex. Whatever. I really think your priorities are out of whack.
I started rolling down the window so he pulled into a gas station and i puked all over the side of the car while some dude stared at me. I waved and we drove away
I've hit an all time low I just sent a boob pict to fat Randall the one I gave a partial bj to a year a a half ago
I am not betting on the failure of any friend that is not you.
I mean, if you want to light yourself on fire for maximum accuracy, far be it from me to stop you
You took nana to a bar?!
she suggested it
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