Where does it all go? I've busted inside of you like 10 times in the last week.
Where else am I to apply my creativity?
I don't know. Anywhere productive and not involving sex toys would be a start.
I don't not like him. It's just wierd talking to him because we both know I fucked his wife.
Remember when I said "no boyfriend, no problems"? I lied. Tequila. Tequila is a problem.
I just did a Kegel and my back popped. My vagina is a gift to penises everywhere.
I have cum and leaves all over me. Don't ask questions.
This hangover is so bad, we are pregaming Chinese food with pizza.
You screamed 'no, YOU put some pants on' at a cop. I pretended not to know you.
I haven't been that free with the boobs since I was 19. I'm putting them away for a while.
If you insist
The one guy literally flopped my boob out. Yes I insist.
I don't go out. I live in my room watching Bridget Jones and thanking my vibrator for existing.
I got inside last night via doggy door
never planned on seeing last weekend's one night stand again, much less be on the same plane as him..
My ex boyfriend literally just asked "who needs porn?". This is EXACTLY why I dumped his ass.
He went three whole days without making a star wars reference, of course he got sex
The first thing he said was that my underwear smelled like Trix but then he looked up at me and whispered "Silly rabbit, vagina is for me."
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