We had a complete conversation while I was giving him head, at one point he even stopped me and said 'I love how we're just hanging out.'
No stds, not pregs, and lost two pounds. I'd call that a successful two years of grad school.
you're letting him buy you a plane ticket...to kentucky...so you can fuck him?
i know. i'm only adding to the interstate sex trade problem.
Does she know that uploading nude photos to photobucket and networking are two different things? You may want to ask.
I told her my hands were paint brushes and her vagina was my canvas
She insisted on cleaning her room in the dark. 5 minutes in, she forgot what she was doing and started putting shirts on instead of hanging them up.
I faked an orgasm during phone sex last night. This relationship is starting to become real.
So again no comment on the cleavage. I'm a bit disappointed. If those girls come together to make cleavage AND I send you a pic of it, you have to comment on it. That's like relationship 101.
He fed us edamame like baby birds. Slowly all coming back to me.
I'm giving random strangers at the bar sips of my fishbowl, then telling them I have Ebola. It's a fun night.
I don't care what you say about him, his cock is the stuff dreams are made of.
So I've decided that blue balls for lesbians is rainbow balls and the struggle is real
I just spent 45 minutes and a really well-put together Power Point trying to convince her to use my dog as baby Jesus in her church's play.
Eh, it could have been worse. I may or may not have been wearing a jedi cloak while getting my dick sucked.
My brain is like a TV with 10 channels, 9 of them are static and the other one just plays that one Nagito Komaeda edit on loop 24/7
Randomize
