Getting food. Want anything?
Vagina. Double meat no buns. I have the secret sauce
chicago's viagra triangle is not unlike the bermuda triangle in thatt things just get lost...... planes, ships, dignity, virginity, etc.
I had another sleeping on concrete incident.
We hadn't had sex in so long that I started queefing and then I couldn't stop giggling... I think he's mad.
Things we need. Powerade. Water in fridge. Mixers for vodka. And reality checks.
After a certain point, you just want to make it work. Prove to yourself that you're smarter than the vibrator.
He thinks he's a sex addict. Just. My. Type.
Pizza toast. It's like pizza but on toast. BC we are broke. OMG its so good.
You would never do this sober.
It was so cute that he apologized for getting cum on my couch. If he realized how many guys had cum on that couch in the past year, he wouldn't have touched my vagina with a 10-ft pole.
And he came all over himself. At least he didn't ruin my new lulus.
Actually though that could've been bad.
Beyoncé wouldn't let anything bad happen here
Well I want to be mistreated and called a slut and finger banged
But I guess hugs would be nice
Did you happen to find my bra? I'm pretty sure I still had it on before we left that bar
I'm pretty sure the Bible says "He who is most sober may cast the first stone."
Give me the sexing that I truly desire and I will reveal to you the mysterious location of the PBR's
Randomize