she told me her two favorite things were grocery stores and dick.
I forgot to tell you the best part. The folded up paper he wrote his number on opened up to be a picture of him when he was younger wearing a Columbia tshirt in front of NASA and in pen said his name and "space consultant."
Some random slut told me I was a good dancer then gave me a handjob. I felt like fucking John Travolta.
After we had sex he bought me grape soda. I think I'll keep him.
Then he wanted a handjob in the car. While my cousin was driving. To krispy kreme. And there was someone else in the backseat.
Jesus...So southern.
Oh trust me, i am. It's like magic, but instead of rabbits and doves its orgasms- He just keeps pulling them out of nowhere.
She looked at my cock with a kind of resigned disappointment.
You're just jealous because you lost me and I ended up at another party licking Marshmallow Fluff bikinis off of lesbians.
We just reached that moment of the night when you start making cookie quesadillas. Party on Wayne
I am convinced that after two dates and a few adult sleepovers that he still doesn't know my name.
Promise me you won't have sex in my room
I can't promise you that, but I promise you that I'll try
Might want to in your tub tho. That thing is fucking huge.
I just don't do feelings in the summer months.
I still don't like him. I'm also filled with alcohol, so I'll revisit the statement in the morning.
So I don't know, I'm not a doctor, but I might be juggling dates with 3 different guys...
We aren't doing Shrooms tonight bc that would be friendship cheating on you
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