Matching Set
This is pretty much the pearl necklace but you also have to give her 2 earring...cum on her earlops.
Matching Set by brightangel91 May 24, 2009
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Wore a matching Set
she knew he wanted to fuck and she did too so she made sure she wore a cute bra with matching underwear
Boy: “ I dead just wanted some ass”
Girl: “Boy please, I wore a matching set .”
She is stating that she wore a matching set because she knew this already.
Girl: “Boy please, I wore a matching set .”
She is stating that she wore a matching set because she knew this already.
Wore a matching Set by KiddooBihh May 4, 2021
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Matching Pearl Set
When the male pulls out and cums all over a woman's upper chest and neck, giving her a pearl necklace.
Once completed, the male takes his man-meat and dabs his cock on her ear lobes with the after-ooze sperm that is collecting on the end of his cock.
This resembles pearl earrings.
Once completed, the male takes his man-meat and dabs his cock on her ear lobes with the after-ooze sperm that is collecting on the end of his cock.
This resembles pearl earrings.
Jack: Have you ever given a woman a pearl necklace?
Robert: You cheap bastard! I always give a woman a Matching Pearl Set when I'm finishing!
Robert: You cheap bastard! I always give a woman a Matching Pearl Set when I'm finishing!
Matching Pearl Set by HippoCookies September 28, 2008
fogey
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)