He ate me out. It was like watching him trying to win a pie eating contest
currently walking past a fire hyrdrant with a hose already attatched.. this could be dangerous..
Drunk. I slept-stripped.
By myself.
Finding a keg in our kitchen would be like god personally high fiving each of us.
ive cried into many a lonely burritos..
We didn't want to make a pit stop so I just helped my husband pee in a bottle. No one told me this was part of love.
We woke up at 7:30am. We got a 30 rack, yelled at all the freshman shackers walkin back to their dorms, played a game of beer die, and boned all before 11:00am. I found my soulmate
my roommate had a few special brownies and wrapped my purse and one of my shoes and left them under the tree for me...
I had a dream about that dude. It was the first time I had a dream about him since the tryst.
The tryst?
The hookup. I like using sophisticated words for my foolish decisions. Makes me retain some dignity.
Did you just tell me you watch cartoon porn because it's more real?
Are you texting, crying and driving?
And missing part of my eyebrow. Correct that is the description one would give of me at the moment.
I DID MY EXPERIMENTING. FOUR YEARS OF IT. IN HIGH SCHOOL.
Also at one point I told him to say my name and it took him like 5 seconds to remember.
He usually doesnt care about me cumming but last night he really tried, I feel that him going to the Womens March benefitted my sex life
You just kept looking down at your tits and screaming "I LOVE YOU TWO!!!"
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