i'm trying to reconcile what i did last night with who i am as a person.
you told everyone your name was brenda and you had the whole party chanting b-dawgg by the end of the night. successful.
So I just watched the Lakers/Magic game so I could have something to talk about with him after we have sex this time
I woke up and he had cut my bangs and put makeup on me.
I don't care how good they make you look, you've got to stop sleeping with gay guys.
He just laughed at his drink laid on the floor and crawled to the bathroom
She wants to practice her harmonica skills on my penis
I like the odds of his and my children being professional athletes too. To support me in my old age, see I do think about the future.
I don't even care that his girlfriend will be there. Us hooking up is a tradition and she will NOT ruin it.
He asked her to marry him and she said yes. There is NO WAY she knows about his penchant for wearing lingerie.
A big dick and how quickly they respond to snapchat is all I look for in a guy
The feeling are messing with the penis
I'm not even the least bit surprised that I whored myself out for tiramisu
we got cupcakes after we fucked. gives a whole new meaning to sugar daddy
I paid for lunch, then he made a bunch of holes in my wall and destroyed my bathroom.
He stopped in the middle of us fucking so he could turn on lithuanian techno music. And the sad thing is that it was the best sex of my life.
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