I told her I had to go to work this morning, got fully dressed in a suit, walked her out, drove around the block, parked, and walked right back in my apt and went back to sleep..
I smelled my fingers after she left and they smelt like sugar cookies. I want that one again.
And you kept repeating "I didn't know know that this was a no blow job zone."
I've got to stop giving the gift of vagina for every occasion. I'm exhausted.
I could only remember yelling "rip it down" as he ninja jumped off the bed, kicked the wall, and superman punched the fire alarm off the ceiling.
I've always wondered why you never put the hotel room in your name...
All of her cloths were on our coffee table this morning. The only things she left with last night were her shoes and Scott
I send out my deepest condolences for seeing my ass last night.
In two unrelated events today I have had frostbite on my toe and cum up my nose. Who says life stops when you get married?
You're cock blocking me from my own boyfriend. What kind of shit is that?
I don't think you understand what laundry day means. I am wearing a swimsuit as underwear and my spanish club tshirt from junior high
You are lucky that I'm drunk. Otherwise I would bone you into another universe
It would be weird sobbing cry sex.
You are not the cause of late onset lesbianism.
We were having sex but then he spanked me and i punched him but it was just a reflex i swear
I can see. My condolences to your vagina.
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