jerry: lets tell a story :D
2 years later...
jerry: and then the boys finally went to a camping trip
100 million years later
jerry: then the boys went to school
jacob: is this story ever going to end
2 years later...
jerry: and then the boys finally went to a camping trip
100 million years later
jerry: then the boys went to school
jacob: is this story ever going to end
by notcoolguy123 October 10, 2020
Get the storymug. we both know good and well you aren't here for a definition...
i'm an absolute nymphomaniac i cannot be tamed and if you're reading this you probably are too, so you're welcome for this. i'm a retired smutty wattpad fanfic writer and this is based off of many true stories btw, i am a very regular sex haver !! enjoy. <3
pt 1 btw because it was wayyy over the character limit...
i'm an absolute nymphomaniac i cannot be tamed and if you're reading this you probably are too, so you're welcome for this. i'm a retired smutty wattpad fanfic writer and this is based off of many true stories btw, i am a very regular sex haver !! enjoy. <3
pt 1 btw because it was wayyy over the character limit...
sex story pt 1!
'shit, shit, shit' i whispered under my breath, texting my bf i was gonna be a little late picking him up. it was 2pm and i'd overslept. my dad was driving me to get him that day and he was going to work afterwards so we would have the whole night alone. i hurry and brush my teeth, eat a snack, take my medicine, get some water and then finally put on one of my man's favorite pair of panties and one of his favorite bras – little dark blue panties with white stars, a lacy waistband and a little pink bow from victoria's secret and a black flowery bralette from pink, and i top it off with some extra perfume, around my ankles, on my inner thighs, on the sides of my neck and my midsection between my pantyline and the band of my bra.
i get into the car while i let my imagination go wild absolutely on the way to get him while staring out the car window.
i get there, come in and i see him wearing my favorite grey shirt that fits his body perfectly. his hair looks so soft and fluffy today- and my pupils immediately dilate when i see him look back at me smiling and immediately pause the video game he was playing.
'shit, shit, shit' i whispered under my breath, texting my bf i was gonna be a little late picking him up. it was 2pm and i'd overslept. my dad was driving me to get him that day and he was going to work afterwards so we would have the whole night alone. i hurry and brush my teeth, eat a snack, take my medicine, get some water and then finally put on one of my man's favorite pair of panties and one of his favorite bras – little dark blue panties with white stars, a lacy waistband and a little pink bow from victoria's secret and a black flowery bralette from pink, and i top it off with some extra perfume, around my ankles, on my inner thighs, on the sides of my neck and my midsection between my pantyline and the band of my bra.
i get into the car while i let my imagination go wild absolutely on the way to get him while staring out the car window.
i get there, come in and i see him wearing my favorite grey shirt that fits his body perfectly. his hair looks so soft and fluffy today- and my pupils immediately dilate when i see him look back at me smiling and immediately pause the video game he was playing.
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