I go to guys houses late at night, have a little fun, come back by dawn having made their life a little bit better. I am the official blow job fairy.
he just wrote my ten page research paper for tit pics. i love my boobs.
She went into the basement and sang to my cat for three hours....she actually has a beautiful voice....
It took years to rebuild my brains forcefield against your charm and I feel like u seal team 6'd ur way in again and caught my common sense sleeping on post
woke up to see a man wearing a sailor hat and covered in vomit sneaking out the door. Epic night indeed.
His roommate left already and took the beer pong table so we had to take off his bedroom door. Maybe res life won't notice.
The only difference is Iv never super glued straws to your nipples.
Blah blah blah. Just come home and put a baby in me.
Who knows. Maybe the world would be a better place if more people sent their drug dealers thank you cards.
You were supposed to behave this weekend.
But... naked.
Also I've come to learn that "type" and "fetish" are different things. Apologies for earlier confusion.
I'm a great relationship counselor. My vagina will let you know if your relationship is gonna work or not.
Can i have the words "she went crazy and never came back" written on my grave?
We have a great relationship based on communication, sex, and mutual loathing.
Hey, you know that marble art statue thing in your bedroom? Hypothetically what would happen if a penis got stuck in it?
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