Whenever I'm sad I just imagine if babies were born with mustaches...
Whatever, you were 10 deep and there was a hot tub. No judgment.
All I'm saying is that whoever owned the wheelchair clearly didn't need it or they wouldn't have been able to leave it there
He gave me four orgasms and I kept yelling "Thank you!" and he kept replying, "My pleasure!"
Midwestern nice.
Can I bring some rope too? It's not too early for bondage talk, is it?
My liver and my bank account can't afford another all nighter. Help.
On a scale of zero to "unmitigated disaster," how drunk is he?
I think the saddest part about my sex life is that most of it is pity sex.
He's like... An octopus that touches my vagina in all these diff ways at the right times. It's almost unsettling
Who's the easier target... Bandages on the knees, tramp stamp, or bra showing? Not in the mood to work for it tonight.
He was wearing running shoes tho. Thats like the cardinal rule. You don't fuck a guy who wears running shoes as regular shoes.
One of the worst parts about living at my parents again is trying to hide how often I'm hungover, just quietly puked in the basement bathroom while my mom got ready for work
He fucked me while wearing his night time breathing machine mask. Does this mean I joined the dark side and he is Darth Vader?
Dude I just clenched/unclenched my hindquarters while looking in the mirror I have fucking talent
I am still worried she'll have a seizure durring. What would I do? Try to ride it out and finish, or pull out and assist?
Randomize
