It was like a mary poppins bag, except a sexual mary poppins bag.
I took off my clothes and she wanted to have sex. But then she changed her mind. So we ended up fucking through her panties or something. I don't know it was weird.
I didn't mean to leave you there I just didn't know him well enough to throw up in his bathroom.
You three are like the Bermuda Triangle for morals.
I don't go on dates. I watch tv and play with dicks. dinner is a situation.
Bad news? she threw her drink in his face, left her phone at the club, and disappeared. I found her laying in bed with the bottle she stole from our VIP service. Good news is she's asleep and I have the bottle, come home
I just hate that one day I'll have to tell our children how we met, makes me look like a gold digging whore
I may or may not go. send a pic of a nipple so I know how much fun you're having
I don't know but someone, somewhere gave someone a hand job and someone else was pissed about it...
If you're asking how many times you took off your clothes and played with the tiki torches.....the answer is 3.
Would you and/or him be willing to dress up like the phantom, sing me music of the night and then bone the shit out of me? this is important.
That's not a funny feeling. That's hepatitis. You got it from that bar where everything was sticky.
I have managed to reach the 'after meth poster look' before lunch here...
I have no idea how but i got a hold of a blue food dye packet. And proceeded to rub it all over my tits. So yeah i'd say its safe to say i'll be known as smurfette for a while
Am I supposed to confront my 52-year-old boss/mother of 3 about the fact that we matched on Tinder?
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