It's Friday. Sex?
It took him longer to undo my bra than he lasted..
Where you at
assisting at a photo shoot in williamsburg till 7ish. wassup?
Doesn't matter. I already jerked off in your bed.
i was just texting to let you know that my facebook chat is working again so you can talk to me more. please talk to me more.
The stories of what you did in Cuba got home before you.
It's 4PM and I'm finally awake.. I'm covered in dog fur and shame. I'd say it counts as a good night.
I just remembered how awesome your handjobs were in 7th grade, you were a true champ, thank you
You are the only one who would stop a bum, tell him to open up, then pour straight vodka in his mouth. You made his year.
And leave it to John to ask the cabby to make a Porno in his cab
It's like even though I'm not in college anymore my body still knows it's September and is putting itself into competitive binge drinking mode.
I have bruises all over from falling so much last night, I even have bruises on my arms from them picking me up off the street.. Oh vodka nights.
I want to see boobs tonight. Like, real ones. Your ones.
I'm romantic.
All I could think about while we were fucking was what Hogwarts house he would be in
i feel like i shouldn't just had to send a text that said "no i will not eat your ass"
He's finally divorcing her, so naturally he tells me that we're not exclusive anymore. His penis 'wants what it wants' apparently.
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