we got back to my place and he started talking about feelings. i politely told him to leave and that he managed to cock block himself.
just to let you know coffee and vodka was a bad way to start the day
her cat watched me eat her out... I would use the alternate term for both of those things but it's too weird.
Chasing 100 proof soco w water from the tap at 4 pm, it's gonna one of those kinda Thursdays...
I keep reminding myself that my vagina isn't a homeless shelter.
I also have to vacuum the broken noodles out of my suitcase...
When we were finished I asked him how long it had been since he'd cum that hard. He thought really hard for a while before telling me his brain forgot how years worked.
I have a cracked rib, no way in hell I'm bottoming for him tonight!
Did you get any pics? And I can only imagine how inferior you must have felt knowing that somewhere in that room was a guy whose penis was the length of your forearm.
If you hear death cries, thats me singing. Just let me be.
At least you got some excitement going on, you got weed and might die tonight, I'm just sitting here bored as fuck.
raging hangover at work with a lunchable dreaming of the sex ill never have. my life is perfect.
Do you know how hard it is to have sex on an air matress while there are people sleeping in the same room?!?!?
I smell like a mix of alcohol, sweat, and sex and its only 10 AM
Had to trim my nails cus they got too long to effectively finger myself with
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