We were so tired we rock paper scissored for who would be on top. I won.
don't leave me alone with all the disney princess sluts
i was taking the test and had to adjust my boner and my teacher thought i was cheating or something
you humped every kiosk in the store. then you asked for an application.
I gave him head while he watched NASCAR. My future flashed before my eyes.
I'm missing some hair, but it's cool. Breadsticks are done.
One day. I will touch his hair. I'm curious if it'll be like a soft cloud.
Normally this is when girls give blow jobs. That's how you mentally condition them to put up with PMSing, because they see the shinny blowjob light at the end of the tunnel.
My fuck buddy is great and all, but it gets weird when she gets in arguments with her BF in the driveway
My tuesday consisted of speaking to a federal agent for two hours and watching a roving band of gypsies jump over a fire until 2:30am
These are all good points. But, I think your under estimating what it's like to be held upside down for a standing 69
I think we r still a few steps from ex sex. In fact, that's never going to happen. I'm just saying on the seething-chemical-fire-of-emotional-distress-to-post -relationship-intercourse scale, I'm closer to fucking than throttling. Progress is fun.
I just tinder matched with a blue angels pilot. I need to make out with him. For America.
Like, I want sex but I also would be okay with Netflix
I woke up to both of you drawing on me in sharpie, unless a glorious threesome was had the night before that is not okay.
Who says it wasn't?
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