So he says "lean over this" which is a chain across the doorway, held into the wall with bolts. I do. Then he puts his weight on top of me to try and get it in.
It breaks. We fall.
I now have a broken nose, a concussion, and an infected, split lip. Why do I have the worst luck in guys?
my room smells like sperm. sweet.
He called me "the Joe Montana of blowies." Not sure if that is an accomplishment or an insult, but going off of the amount of condensation on the windows of my car, I'm gonna just do a little touchdown dance and pass out.
we sang "a whole new world" together. either he's my gay best friend or the love of my life.
i dunno what you eat but your cum is all over my underwear and it smells like pretzels
I'm naked in the window of the hotel and I feel like I'm walking in slow motion like a robot
Its only 9:11 and I just somersaulted through a window. Its gonna be a good night
OH. MY. GOD. FUCK HIM. JUST GRAB HIM AND FUCK HIM.
I'M SO WET FOR FREEDOM
I remember saying to him "Fun fact! If you lie this way it's easier to deep throat!" I even judge me.
They just dared her to tape flip flops to her tits. Entertainment value cannot be found like this in any other part of America.
I can't believe I'm giving you play by plays of this sexting convo. It's like a three way he doesn't know about.
My gay card got upgraded to platinum status today.
I wish our county sheriff had a comment section for their mugshots.
I'm gonna die. First I'm gonna throw up. But then I'm gonna die.
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