i'm out of smokes so i just had an after sex popsicle. this might become an addiction.
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
I mean, he was my book buddy in 1st grade. The kid taught me how to read, the least I could do was give him head.
he literaly had industrial grade plastic underneth his blankets
I just wanna go home eat some pizza rolls, get warm and jerk off, and it's only 845. This shit was supposed to make me see unicorns. Not cry
its sad that I know 23 beers will fit into my purse
I think I'm still fucked. I can see the electricty going through the street car lines
Who was the person who brought the rooster when they won @ beer pong
I just got attacked by a swarm of butterflies. Nothing is okay anymore.
This was like angel cum on the bread of life filled with the nectar of the gods
I want to just live in between your butt cheeks.
Walk of shaming into my apartment. No one to clap me in. Come home!
I know. His dick was small at the top and got bigger at the bottom, like a fucking curling wand.
Had an orgasm and got a charley horse at the same time. It was a multi-purpose scream.
I think he is using me to sort through his relationship issues, past and present. I did not sign up for this. All I want is booty. Am I the dude in this relationship?
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