I think about you every night.
I'm sorry.
i just carried on a conversation with my mother from another room mid-ejaculation. you would have done the same
she was trying to give me a handjob in biology class while we were learning about the penis.
The parties out here are fucking awesome and I've got the grades to prove it.
I walked into his room and he was naked with a half eaten pecan pie and a bottle of wine.
I'm leaving my hospital band on when we go drinking tonight. I'm aiming for pity sex.
red lips, whiskey sips, shaking hips, nipple slips. my life as a rap song.
The guy next to me just said he wont play beer pong on principle. Im scared.
Last night turned out to be an expensive trip to your house between the ticket and the plan b. (Well I haven't gotten that yet)
So I can officially say that someone has licked whipped cream off my nipples. Go senior year
I believe the question is can one ever have too many vibrators?
im bringing home some absinth and some holy water. one way or another things are going to get spiritual.
In all the years we have had drunk sex, have we ever done it in a bed?
we went book shopping, so yes this relationship is going to be about more than sex
I'm so sorry for trying to eat your puzzle last night...
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