You work out of a Hotel?
I wish i could convert my hornyness to productiveness. I would have written a fucking book by now.
even the sluttiest version of myself will not go down on him
We met on a dual walk of shame. It has to be love, we can't let that go to waste. I want to tell our children that story.
i dunno what you eat but your cum is all over my underwear and it smells like pretzels
He is drunk texting me begging me not to tell my mom. Pretty sure he is about to offer me sexual favors for keeping my mouth shut. I love being the boss's daughter.
He just said he wasn't going to drink on Saturday because he was drinking on Thursday and Friday...we need new friends.
we need to drink more beer. the fridge wont close.
in my drunkeness I still was able to plan for the morning. I duck taped my keys, a water bottle full of mimosa and my cell phone to the front door.
I've noticed we have slowly begun to phase the "B" out of our Bromance.
We literally solved our fight using cat pictures on Instagram. True love.
I really don't want to get drunk alone tonight. Like, I'll do it, but I won't enjoy it.
I have to sleep with him. We're too much alike. It's like clash of the titans, except instead of clashing, he's putting it in me.
long story short, he tried to fuck me standing up, toppled over, and now I have four stitches next to my eye
I stared at his dick and then told him to get on his knees
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