you ended the night by relentlessly sucking on my hips bone and hand demanding milk. you said it was because you were a tiger
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
And then I have a slight inkling that I went up to the bar and tried to order the bartender.
I stayed up for an hour trying to make my room stop spinning and then I realized it was bc my fan was on
is he the 3rd person to bang everyone in our group?
I will not hesitate to go down on a dick for some cream soda.
What was she thinking? I'm not in the business of charity fucks anymore.
I think not having bongs in close range is good for my academia
well... I just junk punched a carnie. Doesnt matter how, it still counts for my bucket list.
Everyone is now just referring to it as "the night Hannah couldn't get laid" so needless to say you didn't miss much
That's what you get for doing kinky shit with a guy that lives in his moms basement.
I felt kinda awkward walking into his house in nothing but lingerie and my dead grandmas overcoat
Well, I'm most mad that he lied to you (about being married)...but the CAT THING IS A CLOSE SECOND
you told me you wanted to be a soccer mom with a high tolerance then you put the bottle to your face
My Boss was giving porn recommendations. I think I'm scarred for life.
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