Skipped a towel and decided to spit the cum into his face. I now owe him new contacts.
Internet sex stories have completely ruined the word sopping for me.
It's just like riding a horse. A very tall, gay horse.
Great. My funeral dress now smells of smoke and disappointing sex.
i can't sleep with him. he has a scrapbook from the girl he lost his virginity to.
We are going out Saturday. Oh and we might also be jousting on bikes.
She called me in the morning crying, but I was busy cleaning up bird guts, very hungover. It was a very surreal morning.
Huh interesting. Well thats too bad. Did he catch on?
I doubt it. After sex he sat there naked until the episode of fresh prince (which had JUST started) was over.
I got hammered with my chem professor at 4:30. I'm pretty sure that can't be topped by any real sort of institution.
Done deal I'm dying it right at this moment. I'll need a red Speedo and a half shirt that is extremely tight. Like nipple tight.
Neighbour is sobbing. Difficult to masturbate.
The house hit rave levels when La Bamba came on which confuses me because I live in white suburban Canada
PARA BAILAR LA BAMBA ASSHOLES
I didn't want sex last night, but she charmed my dick out of my pants like a snake charmer.
I gave up great shower sex to be here so don't say I never did anything for our friendship.
listen I will take literally anything I can get my tiny gay fingers on
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