Having sex with her was like reading the Wall Street Journal.
Well, I guess that settles the question of how thick the walls are in my building.
He was passed out on the floor holding a beer can, rolled over switched hands and never spilled a drop. We need to practice.
i just added no after every hockey player in my phone..
they paper machayed me.
i told you ... never pass out drinking with preschool teachers.
Don't get me wrong, I love talking about lube and such, but why are we?
Well at least the house will be decorated when u get evicted.
Just had the "whores are people too" talk with Mom. Bright side it's Christmas, and I may have been drunk, I don't think she caught on.
We just don't discuss our relationships. It's pretty much like we're single no matter what to each other. And I'm okay with that. ¯\\(ツ)/¯
I made out with my former step mother's best friend. Only knew the connection when they both showed up together at the bar.
So are we just not going to talk about the time I came home to you jerking it in the kitchen?
"I made out with someone too, but then he tried to fuck and I played dead"
When you're not at your house I assumed you're somewhere having sex
Really I don't care what we're doing or watching. Your penis spends way too much time outside of my body.
This morning, I found 5 naked people in Steve's bed with post sex hair, and Steve fully clothed sleeping on the ground.
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