When I say rough sex, and show you scars from past encounters, pulling my hair a little IS NOT GOING TO CUT IT. And he just doesn't understand.
Theres been so much buildup for our genitals to meet, one or both of us is sure to be disappointed.
I believe some people would call last night an orgy.
Can you fuck me on the kitchen counter at some point? I'll lysol it after
Welcome to the south, dude. Gives the phrase "I wish you a dry ass" a new perspective.
You're only allowed to hookup with one freshman a semester. MAKE IT COUNT.
We should have a bouncer at the top of our stairs asking the guys we bring home for ID...
I think the closest to heaven you can get in this world is your morning dump after a night of Molly
she pretty much pinned my hand to her boob "on accident" for like 10 seconds before she moved. Waiting the rest of the night was just a formality.
I found him in the kitchen singing German metal into a banana while simultaneously mixing brownie batter. He didn't have any pants on.
We set around a table in a hotel room and he spoon fed Molly to everyone there... I felt sketch for sec but then... Oh well.
we're like the harlem globetrotters of underage drinking
Is it too soon for me to wonder what sex with him would be like?
Is it something I'm going to want to hug you for or slap you for?
Well hell, he's gotta sleep in the bed he's made. Multiple times. For multiple girls I'm sure.
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