To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
So I'm at the Chevron by your house. I need a condom and a couch.
Together?
Preferably.
what kind of morning-after breakfast implies 'thanks for the sex, but i'm not gonna call you ever again'?
his penis is like a homeless cat. ever since I've satisfied him he keeps showing up on my doorstep ask for more.
he was humming party in the usa while we were having sex.
I can't believe he would be such an ass
Your boobs are way too big for you to be worrying about anything.
This lady in my dui class just asked what patron was. I feel like she doesn't belong here
Just so you know, this text is a buffer between the two guys I'm sexting. Can't get that shit messed up.
Lead with your genitals is the best advice I can give you.
I reek of latex and grilled onions.
Mission accomplished.
I just told my mother my "if there are drugs I'm only taking them if I don't have to pay" rule and witnessed her perception of my shatter and crumble behind her eyes.
They said you went back in for 30 minutes and were walking with your arms out like an eagle soaring
Can't. Way too high. Forgot how to operate doors. Stuck outside.Come get me.
Is it awkward to pay for your boob job with scholarship money? Either way, it's happening.
fucking him is like fucking old faithful. you could set your watch by his orgasms.
Randomize
