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.
I just saw a neon sign in a bar window that says, "open to Public" but the L is burnt out.
dude stop sending me pictures of your dick in weird places. i get it. you rock out with your cock out.
Quiet hours sex sucks. I hate finals.
when she said she was from California you started sobbing. You begged her not to melt your popsicle because you paid good money for it and you just wanted to eat it in peace.
Also I smoked away my sore throat last night. It's a 420 miracle.
i looked up and she was looking over the stall watching me pee and told me to unlock the door. that dedicated to sucking my dick.
She gave such good road head it was turned into side-of-the-road head for everyone's safety
Also txt me when you take your first dump of the year... I'd like to synchronize if that's at all possible.
That would make regret #10
He was more like the original regret
Can I tell you that I just incorporated the spice girls in my sexting and you not judge me
Well, I was asked to leave the Waffle House for "being to physical" so I think that option is off the table
I've seriously never been more thankful for marijuana and my resting bitchface.
I just borrowed porn from my middle aged mother. This is what desperate looks like.
She was blowing air into green onions and tying knots in them to make "balloons"
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