She said I could do whatever I wanted to her. I pumped for 20 seconds, apologized, rolled over and passed out. I sit directly across from her at work. Awkward?
he's a bartender at a gay strip club. maybe he can work his magic. with getting u in, not gay magic.
She got a tattoo in memory of her cat, my attratcion to her is no more.
It's happening again. I feel like I'm under water and my heart beat matches "Teenage Wasteland"
I think "banned from Amtrak due to excessive projectile vomiting" would sum up the evening quite nicely.
A very small part of me wants you to appreciate me for more than just my breasts. But the rest of me is breasts.
She asked if you knew her boyfriend, and you responded that you "think you gave him head once" and then hiccupped.
Last comment. I know of no exercises, diets or practices out there to help keeping balls young and healthy. They simply succumb to gravity.
He looks like a fat version of lurch from the adams family and smells like fritos. This is not the caliber man I want pleasuring himself to the thought of me!
I assume you passed out however I'm drinking jäger and beer in bed with my cat so your friendship world have been appreciated
CODE RED CODE RED MY VIBRATOR IS BROKEN THIS IS NOT A DRILL
I've had sex with three people who have this birthday.
I passed out drunk in her bed. Her boyfriend showed up and told me to go to the other room or we were gonna have a threesome. I threw up off the side of her bed and left. I feel like that was an adequate response.
Don't get yourself off tomorrow. We. Are. Having. Sex. That's that. Just dont do it.
If work found out I was using THEIR paper to write Karate Kid fanfic I'd never hear the end of it.
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