well, if it gives you any insight into how crazy it was, i am currently wikipediaing "anullment"
My vag wants to play a game of hungry hungry hippos with your cock.
I dont think he stole the pillow. I mean if he wanted a souvenir, my thong was on the nightstand.
I don't really see how asking you not to cum on my face or hair makes me high maintenance
I guess our biggest consolation is that we haven't woken up in a hottub with a dead dude. Yet.
I'm two guys short from fucking the whole baseball team and one is gay. I will be successful by the end of this month.
There are only four things in life that are certain. 1 Death, 2 Taxes, 3 The wu tang clan aint nothin to fuck with, and 4 you will never be more important than taco bell
The fact that you walked around talking like Barbie and still got laid amazes me.
Nothing kills the mood like him going to slap my ass and he hits his balls at the same time
Turns out both me and my grandpa have a guilty pleasure for South American men.
I was out of breath when we were getting started and he offered me his inhaler so he's a keeper
I don't have the resources to adequately explain this. I need like a Powerpoint presentation and also Vodka.
I want to fling myself into the sun
I don't know how a coffee date turned into road head. But hey
He sent me a picture of his cock that seemed to indicate that we were still on good terms.
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