So it's like pop-o-matic trouble, but with penises
at which point I apparently ran in and shouted "I made the sex with that one!"
So the answer to your question is yes, I was masturbating on the roof of my building.
Just found a picture of a hobo making out with her tits...a HOBO
Also, the wait staff kept prematurely clearing my Manhattans. Not sure if it was an oversight or a hint.
They found a chair, duct taped me to it, then gave me a bottle of vodka to 'make me feel at home'
He was so good, that I'm pretty sure he fucked his religion into me. P.S. I'm Jewish now.
She refuses to believe she pulled down her pants and spanked her ass in front of us
So I think my aunt and her one legged boyfriend are getting it on in the next room. Traumatized does not even begin to describe what I am right now
I just haven't been myself lately. I slept with a guy 21 years older than me and I've been wearing my hair in a center part.
The sound of my own breathing is making my head throb. That hungover.
I know him enough to fuck him but not enough to give him advice.
So it turns out "let's pretend to be gay so guys will stop hitting on us" was step one in her plan to get me into bed...
You asked him if he would have sex with you under the dinosaur. He declined and then you started crying, blaming the sand.
Just fucked my ex's brother. It is clear I dated the wrong one. Is it wrong for me to continue to fuck this one?
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