So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
We even fucked WHILE he was making me breakfast in bed.
So at this point...I'm sure you heard the story about Saturday night
I found the perfect eye liner, it passed the blow job test, no smudging!!
I like to think of it as a lesbian feast.
I rode on his Vespa around Florence and fucked him in an empty train. It was like a way sluttier version of Lizzy McGuire
He woke me up at 3 am kneeling on the floor pissing and yelling, then he passed out and stole my comforter. I want a new roommate...
I know he is still a student. I am not asking if his being an underwear model makes it more ethical, just less prosocutable.
Fairly certain I cracked a rib. Masturbation is not for the weak. I die now.
Drinking Fireball means never having to say you're sorry. Unless its at you're arraignment.
Haha sweet. I'm being the Mad Hatter. I'll be drinking out of a tea cup all night. Or at least until I inevitably lose it, break it, or use it as a weapon.
I can't wait to shower all this regret off of me
"Fwd: Nice to meet you last night thanks for the tit flash" no recollec. i am officially banned from wearing tube tops to the bar.
He tried to eat me out...through my pants.
I told him he had to put his dick inside of me at approx 1159 to ensure it was birthday sex. i was 19 when he entered me.. came out 20. winning.
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