I just want to sing "highway to the danger zone" when I'm taking his pants off.
he invited me to an all week drinking party at his house. apparently he knows the key to my heart is booze shaped.
Either he masturbated at the end of the bed or she gave him a bj. Either way my bed was shaking and I was uninvolved.
All I want in life is to get high, take a shower, and him to go down on me. Simultaneously. That's legit my idea of heaven.
I'm using the bullet from my cock ring to massage out my tmj lock jaw from giving too much head.
Just had a threesome with a hot Turkish guy and an even hotter French lawyer. This what happens when I travel alone. You have only yourself to blame for this.
At least you get to smell pizza at your job. I just smell despair all day long.
wrestling a boy for fruit? sounds suspiciously like foreplay...
My whole house smells like Spaghetti-Os and cat litter. I think I've failed as an adult.
Maybe if I get to know him I'll stop wanting to fuck his wife so much.
I didn't want sex last night, but she charmed my dick out of my pants like a snake charmer.
Maybe I'm not hungover. Maybe I'm actually dying.
sorry for running off in the middle of that heart to heart. free food.
5 am booty call not ok. The fact I actually went over definitely not ok. My vag needs to learn some control.
Let's get this straight. I am six fucking feet tall. Do you even understand how limited my options in guys to date are? No. Did you see my last three boyfriends? I looked like a fucking giant next to them. So I will fuck this six-foot-seven Italian model even if I am the ugliest girl at this party because, goddammit, I deserve to.
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