return my video game
I thought I drunk dialed Adam last night and left him a voicemail. I just checked my phone. I realize I left a drunk voicemail with my son's teacher.
the entire time we were hooking up i couldn't stop thinking about the bengals. thoughts?
Instead of having sex, we spent the entire night making pillow forts and have sword fights. I think I'm in love
I'm ready for this little girl to leave so I can hit the bong already
he got a charlie horse midthrust which triggered my orgasm we're still sorting this out.
I'm sure I'm not the FIRST newly single girl to table dance at a family restaurant.
I am unable to type or say "unprotected, receptive anal sex" with a straight face. clearly, HIV was a poor research paper topic choice.
You slept with a red coat way too close to independence day. It's just very unpatriotic.
Babe. You eat pussy like a god warrior sent from a galaxy far far away to destroy female genitalia with new realms of pleasure. That's how I know your not gay.
In your drunken glory you promised me, tongue, 12 naked pics, and 1,800 breakfasts.
So just what does one wear when attending a sex toy party with ones mother-in-law?
Jeans and a nice top.
I've come to realize that I need a break from life when I just tried to use my address numbers as the cook time on the microwave
Probably yeah. I mean maybe one day we can be those friends that hang out naked. Not awkard at all.
She's sent me the same nudes using the same gestures and positions... It's like she has a template for her sluty-ness
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