Omg I def was not. I wasn't that drunk. I showed that I stuff my bra but I didn't whip my tit out.
I was about to go down on her and her dong flopped out and hit me in the chin. This may have a Nam like post-traumatic-stress-disorder effect on me.
They were so slutty we had to play "rarely have I ever."
we sixty- nined on a tennis court.. not even drunk. you say insane. i say creative genius.
If theres one good thing that came out of our relationship its this chicken recipe. And squirting.
It's pitch dark except for the glow sticks, someone turned the heat up as high as it would go and the bathroom is flooded. Also think I just stepped on someone's face.
Oh my god. He likes it up the butt. But loves womanly support. Omg. Its bad. Its bad. Ive had too much whiskey for this to be ANYthing except bad.
Jesus christmas you are like the Martha Stewart of threeway planning
I can't even properly respond cuz I'm ballsdeep in falafel
Everything was going well until he very loudly said that he wanted to cum on my fingernails.
Eating chips and sending nudes. This is my life.
One minute we were ordering sandwhiches. The next hes peeing in a trash can yelling at kids about how tv made him this way
My house is about to be spotless and the only person visiting is the plumber and not the porno kind.
well, you know. whores of a feather.
I told him I want him to read me my Miranda rights while he's fucking me. Act exactly like he does while he's on duty except with his dick out.
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