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Grazie :oCitazione:
Originariamente Scritto da DayDream
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Comunque sto provando a fai mandare materiale per la scienza da condividere via pm
Mi prenoto per la scienza :asd:
Confermo anche qua, l'è tutto un circondario di puttanoni e spacciatori. Top class telegram :asd:
non hai mai chiesto la mia opinione :fag:Citazione:
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manda pure :snob:Citazione:
Originariamente Scritto da Milton
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no, questo lo fa un certo misterbangol :faggomicida:Citazione:
Originariamente Scritto da MrBungle
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prego :oCitazione:
Originariamente Scritto da GenghisKhan
Se mi pagano, perchè no!Citazione:
Originariamente Scritto da DayDream
Valuto cazzi in pm per arrotondare lo stipendio :smugranking:
Dayuccia nella propria stanza-archivioCitazione:
Originariamente Scritto da Milton
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sempre meglio di quella che colleziona i preservativi delle sue scopate :fag:
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Se vogliamo dirla tutta, Dayuccia ha il laboratorio con i calchi... :fag:Citazione:
Originariamente Scritto da Lo Zio
pensavo li facesse hand maid :fag:
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Originariamente Scritto da Lo Zio
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Originariamente Scritto da Skynight
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Originariamente Scritto da Lux !
non lo sapevo.
dimmi quado posso passare.
I was 22 years old. My roommate worked at an Olive Garden and decided to invite the staff over for a party. We all party all night. Things start to simmer down at about 3:30 am into about 6 of us sitting on the couches quietly chatting.
As we’re chatting, someone says “Oh shit. It’s almost 4 am. I gotta get home,” and the girl next to me starts bawling.
We all stop and look at her and ask her what’s up. She starts talking about how her boyfriend is going to beat her ass when she gets home. He does it every time she’s out past two. Everyone starts getting sympathetic except for me. They’re all like “Poor you. I’ll go home with you.” Yadda yadda.
She makes eye contact with me, sees that I’m annoyed, and calls me callous. I get mad. Being a guy who grew up in an abusive house to the point that I spent a few years in foster care, I got no truck with women who allow themselves to be repeatedly abused. I look her dead in the eye and I say something like, “You chose to be a victim. Every time you go home to him, you choose it again. The story should be two sentences: ‘He hurt me. I left.’ You either like the sympathy or you’re a fucking idiot. Either way, I got no sympathy for you.”
She says “Which bedroom is yours?”
“Top of the stairs to the left” and I go and get a beer. I come back and she is no longer in the living room. I sit and start chatting with my roommate. He says “Dude, that chick is up in your room.”
I think she’s up there trashing it because I pissed her off. I run up the stairs. I bust in my room. She is buck naked sitting on the edge of my bed. She stands up, shoves me down, pulls out my dick and starts sucking.
We went at it until sunrise.
I fell asleep. Woke up at about 1pm and she was gone.
I started talking to my roommate and it turns out no one knew who that girl was. She didn’t work at Olive Garden. She wasn’t friends with any of the staff. We assumed that she was a customer that overheard the party plans and tagged along. The only thing I know about her is her name was Tisha, she has blonde hair, and she fucking loves anal.
Tldr
Tizia che si è imbucata ad un festino di lavoro e si è scopata l'unico che l'ha trattata male (il narratore)
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Originariamente Scritto da Caern
Ah ma era un post di Cesarino, allora sicuramente è tutto veroCitazione:
Originariamente Scritto da Caern
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