This is getting serious. I keep forgetting what's in my vagina.
I don't know what's more pathetic, the fact that you dated him or the fact that it took a Taylor Swift song for you to break up with him.
I just got hit by a car. I'm fine; I'll be to the bars in about 15
the orgasm was like being thrown to the other end of reality, so getting a nosebleed from it wasnt too upsetting at that point
It's not my theme song, it's my blowjob song. There's a difference.
So if you want this MFM threesome thing to happen the other guy is here and willing
He's like my sex unicorn. Elusive and majestic. I'll catch him, I'm baiting with patron.
Yessssss I diiiiid! I enjoyed 38% of it. There are 4 qualifications and 2 were good. 1. There is a penis in my vagina (Pass) 2. It's a big penis (Fail) 3. The sex is long and exciting and makes me sweat and have 6 pack abs (fail) 4. I got off (uhhh potential to pass...)
We were having sex and his high flatmates stood outside his room playing the guitar and singing Somebody to Love by Justin Beiber. Weirdest night ever.
I'm thinking blowjobs and wheelchair sex should be part of any post-injury wellness plan.
So help my penis see only you. Give him some attention as well.
I am not betting on the failure of any friend that is not you.
The only person who DOESN'T think it's a horrible idea to sleep with my ex is my therapist. Obviously I trust her judgement above all others.
I'm a great relationship counselor. My vagina will let you know if your relationship is gonna work or not.
I wanted to buy shoes but nothing fit. So i'm getting a vibrator.
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