Hey you
You're the only one I'll text back during sex. what's up?
some dude is getting blown right outside the bar in his car. reeediculous
class
he's dribbling her head like he's fucking allen iverson
false alarm. still invincible.
we need a dd. For wednesday. At lunch. What are we doing with our lives?
succeeding
he squeezed my boobs like he didn't know what else to do with them, then turned down head...
told you he was gay.
In retrospect pumpkin carving while drinking Patron was a bad idea.
Every time I get scared about the fact that I'm falling for him I remember that he juggles and is hung like a mastadon and everything is a-ok.
So I'm seriously not complaining - but I just fell ass backwards into a Tuesday night threesome. Sober
It's like you're a magic genie of bad timing
I'm watching my cat lick a used condom wrapper on my nightstand and I'm too hungover to move and do anything about it. Tequila Tuesdays can not be a thing.
Good news, my sex bruises are fading. Bad news, my boobs look like I have a skin disease because of it.
He ripped down his Kate Upton poster while we were having sex last night. Im gonna take that as a good sign.
I shit myself when I came, don't have flu sex
I lost Mario kart three times but I got laid so it wasn't the WORST night I've ever had.
How do you teach a grown ass men how to fuck? Why is good sex so hard to find these days?
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