be a good friend and just tell me i'm not pregnant
Just drove past a church with a sign near it that said, "God wants to be your daddy."
Can we progress our friendship to a point where i'm at least granted a blowjob allowance?
sitting on the counter. eating honey. crying, because coldplay sounds beautiful on the radio. highhhhh as the sky
i drunkenly decided i was going to take down all the male cheerleaders, gay or not. 1 down about 10 more to go.
Half my make-up was stuck to his thigh where I'd fallen asleep after the blowjob.
Yea it's a sex scar. But if anyone asks I tripped up carpeted stairs
I'll be honest. I knew what I was getting into. I'm not proud, but I'll be damned if I'm ashamed. 6 month draught is over. That's justice.
i admit it was a weird experience, but why regret what once made you cum
And my nipple is sore from him biting it. That is not a complaint.
If they were bad they leave that night, if they were good they get a gold star, and if they were great they get invited back. Simple.
That tingly feeling you're experiencing in your lady parts is my mustache. All the ladies of America are waking up feeling the same thing. You're welcome.
Matt and I's climactic adventure has ended with Matt being hauled off to jail. And now his brother and I are having lunch and a beer.
I'm just going to take the mature adult root and ignore him for a bit, and then pretend like I didn't see him jerking off.
Omg there's puke under my pillow. Clearly I puked and tried to hide it. From myself. \n
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