He keeps asking where i got my clothes and accessories. i'm not sure if he wants to fuck me, or go shopping.
I think I am the only girl in the world who would be proud of these scars from rug burn.
I took a shit in your bathtub. Nothings off limits
I ended up with a bullet proof vest and I still don't know his last name.
Some advice...don't play drunk rock em sock em robots. With actual people. I have bruises EVERYWHERE.
I walked into your room and you had fallen asleep smoking a cigarette. You just had the butt in your mouth with ash all over your face.
He gave me four orgasms and I kept yelling "Thank you!" and he kept replying, "My pleasure!"
Midwestern nice.
I need to hump something and I know u understand.
Obviously he considers you not fucking him as fucking up. Thus making him fuck up. Based on this I believe he should be disqualified from the race to your vagina.
Blah blah blah. Just come home and put a baby in me.
I vaguely remember hanging my bra off the ceiling fan and chugging a beer during sex
College has turned you into quite the multi tasker huh?
I spent the day drinking wine and meditating. I'm zen as fuck.
I'm over my straight phase. They all turned out to be idiots and none of them got me off. I'm going back to hot girls with strap ons.
This is a weird combination of planning and sexting but whatever
Here when you come to your senses come back here and I'll fuck you back out of them.
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