He is such a slut. More and more my type.
He called me an ungrateful bitch because I lauged when he asked me "how do you me and a bed sound?"
Like I should be grateful for the 5 minutes I sit on top of him and stare at the wall.
did i by any chance text you anything about feathers last night?
you mean faeutihaers?
You spent about half an hour trying to convince me that mesh condoms were a good idea.
Lots of rum and cokes. Bartender wore my underwear on his head. Lost my keys. Accidentily started a fight. DC is going to kill me
yea. Don't mess. He will heal me. But my blowjobs will be historical.
I woke up with a pinecone in my hair. A full pine cone.
You called me to pick you up from the bar at 9:00. When we drove over the speed bumps you put your hands in the air and pretended you were on a roller coaster.
You'd love her. She's outspoken like us. And appreciates a big penis and a strong drink.
Stripping out of my teacher clothes to Talk Dirty to Me. Who let me become a teacher?
Woke up to your boyfriend in my bed last night. What's that about?
He brought over a bottle of tequila and a box of donuts with the Plan B, so I guess you could say things are getting pretty serious.
And speaking of good acting I may have a sex tape now
There are leaves in my underwear?
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