Phease come get me i thought i was in a place i don't even understand
Hes sobering up now. He was just really bad for like 45 minutes. He cried while he was telling me how he pictured us eating hotdogs on the beach together..
I froze in his sixty one degree room but i came so hard. Like fucking the eskimo god.
since when did our medecine drawer and our sex drawer become the same drawer? we now have lube covered cough drops.
I always congratulate people on their vaginal emancipation.
I seriously think I got run over last night.. My sides are bruised and I got a ride home in the limo from the office.
So question, would you consider it morally wrong to grind up Cialas and put it in ones cocktail? Then I get what I want and he doesn't have to be embarrassed and he can win the mental game with himself? I'm only thinking of him...
It's whatever. I just want to see his dick again
I think this bruise on my arm is actually an impression of your face
A surplus of mistakes were made and I don't know what 89% of them were.
Update: just imagined being dirty talked to in an Irish brogue and I think my vagina became a sentient being.
I say I'm working from home on conference call days, but really I just mute the phone, put that shit on speaker so I can hear what's going on, and let Marcus fuck my brains out.
I woke up uncovered, spread eagled to my dad saying "you really need to stop sleeping naked."
Could someone explain to me why there were 40 individually wrapped burritos in the fridge when I woke up this morning?
Normally getting fucked up with the owner and suggesting he motorboat me wouldn’t help my chances of a promotion, but this is 2020 and he definitely enjoyed it
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