Its ok relax. i can tell ur gonna start raggin. talk 2 u next week
I enjoy that i have a whole shelf of clothes that I've accumulated from random sex. You know the ones you get to make the morning after look less awkward like similar to an athletes trophy shelf
it's like iHOP with fire
I found out what happened to my eye. I punched myself in the face.
I apologize for forcing you to look at my boob when we were high. It was uncalled for
Tell nick i'm sorry for throwing a block of cheese at him last night
He gave me a hug and said "He doesn't deserve you, Anna. Your boobs are great, and I'd fuck you anytime. Any. Place." I need a new 'gay' friend.
The shit show didn't end. it just relocated itself to my apartment instead of yours.
you also need to get my treadmill fixed.
Next time we include dessert condiments into our sex life we can fuck up my sheets. It's only fair.
Totally clawed myself in the face during sex. I can die happy?
and than he said 'I did amateur porn for a while' and I just knew tinder did not fail me this time
I fucked in the bathroom while everyone listened and banged my dick against a table shouting "order in the court"
It's getting harder and harder to fake orgasms as I get older.
u kept repeating to itself "hot cheetos and nacho cheese sauce.."
My orgasm happened in two different decades
Randomize
