I’m a fucking failure. I’m the definition of a failure
I’ve got 99 problems and they’re all because I procrastinate.
I dont want sex, i want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.
Sex is nice too.
I was honestly expecting this to turn into a demonic sacrifice and now I’m disappointed
Thank you hail-meth-smoke-satan
“maybe if you went to bed earlier you wouldn’t be so tired”