It felt like getting blasted with a supersoaker filled with vagina juice.
You just begged me to mute the porn and watch her ass bounce while listening to dubstep the whole time.
He cut part of his finger off. It was a consolation blow job.
I would ask why there is a chair tied to the door of the fridge.. but I am not sure anyone knows the answer.
I feel like it'll be a success as long as she doesn't end up dead in a ditch. There has to be a line somewhere.
I hoped the great care he put into rolling a blunt would translate to my vagina.
You shouldn't play strip poker when you're having a wet fart kind of day.
You sat on me. Like I was a toilet. While I was on the toilet. You peed a little.
We were making out on the floor and his 13 year old beagle crawled in between us & just sat there...I got cockblocked by an ancient beagle named Bubba
Ended up at the strip club, got told I should be a dancer 4 times, got free tacos and my hot TA slide in the dms. How was your night?
In between explaining the best feminist lenses for the myth of Persephone and doing vodka shots with my friends she dragged me into my car and gave me an Earth shattering blow job. Honestly I think I'm in love.
My booty call made my bed while I was in the shower. I may have to marry him.
He has a wall filled with panties from past hook ups. So no, I didn't fuck him.
Idk if I want to put a bra on
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