I wanna blow your doors off so bad right now.
Doors?
Rock your world. Blow you out. Skeet skeet.
if i get the "i'm engaged" text one more time, i'm going to shoot myself in the face so my cats won't eat it when i die alone.
i leave for school in 3 days. if you want your annual goodbye blow job you should probably call me
You'll be happy to know that I did indeed fracture my rib in a sex related injury
She said "don't make this weird" and then proceeded to sniff me.
You working tonight?
Keg. Hottub. Wearimnh a 8th graders bikini. Mess
If she makes a move, pretend to have a seizure.
That penis will go down in history. It's the Helen of Troy of dicks. I will conquer it and the tale will live on for future generations to learn from
Living room floor. I asked him to give me a back rub. He did. And smoothly transitioned that to foreplay, then basically threw me on the floor. My vagina hurts. He deserves another Christmas present.
I made everything so magnificently awkward in under 15 seconds. I am magic.
I need to have sex. It's becoming like a matter of public safety.
Now I'm ashamed that I wore a bra
You having your own car has severely reduced the amount of blowjobs I get.
we fucked and then he hand fed me a hot pocket
The logic in me says "don't text him" .But the vagina in me says "text him".
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