But never have I ever had sex with a dirty talker before, so it was something else, to say the least. I signed up to get laid, not play Penthouse Mad Libs.
he smelled like listerine and beef tacos
Its like a 4.5 hour drive but there's drinking involved so I'm destined to go
every single one of us blacked out. we woke up the next morning and it was like the night never happened. IT'S STILL A MYSTERY
im not going to any frat parties next semester. for once i want them to think its actually hard to get in my vagina
ugh... I can't wait for campus to get back. Then everyone will have other things to try to have sex with besides me.
Once he blows his load, he's more of an immediate flight risk than that jetBlue pilot. He's out the door before his cum is out of my vajayjay.
He said I kept trying to give him directions back to my house in Rhode Island, and that I started crying when he told me I live in Phoenix.
I'm super stoned watching the vatican smoke cam. Come over.
I just sold my hat for three car bombs. I call that a win.
I feel like a bottle of fireball rented a bull dozer and ran me over until I was left without a shred of my dignity
Also. I think I just got sentimental over a nude
Lets get drunk. But not too drunk that I can't work in the morning. But maybe drunk enough so we'll make out
Are you ok? Who pooped in my office?
Where can I buy a stripper pole at midnight on a Sunday?
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