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Sex in a car… Tell us your experience 🥰🥰🥰

@Mitch17472831 @TRimamfyen Hmmmm

@Hadeeyzarh @TRimamfyen Bench seats rule my children.

Sex in a car… Tell us your experience 🥰🥰🥰

@ThaGreatDavid Try it one day

@Hadeeyzarh I’ve never tried it before

@Jojo_R7S Am waiting

@Hadeeyzarh Relax for me I’m coming

@Iykizzydey4you Really

@Hadeeyzarh I've not tried that before

@Ebube_Era @Banjy47 Tell us 😂

@Hadeeyzarh @Banjy47 Nah Helicopter i get

@KINGGGE_ Leave here now

@Hadeeyzarh Isn't this too early 😩

@0xNyrox Very soon 😂

@Hadeeyzarh You never ask for private jet

My boyfriend always turned his phone face down. One night, a message popped up: “I miss you already ❤️” I asked who it was. Without hesitation, he called the number. A woman answered. “Tell her who I am.” The woman laughed. “I’m his cousin. Relax.” I almost believed them. Until she accidentally called him “babe.”

I was on a night flight back home yesterday and ended up in the middle seat. The guy in the window seat next to me was massive, and the moment he sat down, he completely took over the shared armrest and spread his knees into my space. I didn't want to start drama, so I just crowded myself into the other corner and tried to sleep. About two hours in, the seatbelt sign was off and the cabin lights were dimmed. I woke up suddenly because I felt something heavy resting on my shoulder.

Last night at the club was insane. Music pounding so hard the walls shook. She was grinding on me all night, ass pressed back, whispering she wanted me right then. We slipped off to the restroom, locked the door quick. Dim light, bass still thumping through the walls.

Some people are admired because they’re successful. Others are remembered because they were genuine. One lasts much longer than the other.

Some people don't have sympathy 😂💔

Another Sunday for pastor to cash out through tithe and offerings.😔

My ex-husband was obsessed with culinary status. When we divorced, he fought tooth and nail for the 1950s Griswold cast iron skillet my grandmother gave us. It was perfectly seasoned over seven decades, glossy as obsidian, and entirely non-stick. He claimed he deserved it because he was "the only one who truly understood artisanal cooking." Four months into living with his new 24-year-old yoga instructor girlfriend, my phone buzzed on a Sunday afternoon. "Hey. Look, quick question," he said, sounding panicked. "The Griswold got some burnt honey-garlic glaze on it. Chloe put it in the dishwasher to soak, and now... it looks orange? And fuzzy? How do I get the shine back?" I looked down at the sleek, modern carbon steel pan I’d just used to effortlessly slide a French omelette onto my plate. "Oh, that's just the pan's natural defense mechanism against absolute ignorance, Greg," I said. "Tell Chloe to try a little downward dog over it. I hear she's great at restoring flexibility." I hung up before he could process the rust.

I parked my car in a busy downtown lot at 11:45 AM on a Saturday to run some weekend errands. The physical payment kiosk was covered with a hood that said "Out of Order," but a bright neon sticker on the glass said: "Scan QR Code to Pay Via Mobile." I scanned the code with my phone, entered my license plate, and paid the $15 parking fee via Apple Pay. A digital receipt popped up. Completely at ease, I walked down the street to the shops. At 12:30 PM, while I was holding a coffee, my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. “Your vehicle is illegally parked in Lot 4B. Payment was not received. A predatory boot has been applied to your front tire. Pay the $250 removal fee immediately via the link below, or your vehicle will be crushed within the hour.” I was furious. “I literally scanned the QR code on the machine and paid $15,” I texted back, attaching a screenshot of my receipt. “Do not touch my car.” The reply came instantly with a live photo of my front tire, clamped tightly in a heavy, bright-red steel boot. “That QR code belongs to a different parking vendor. You paid a scam site. You owe us $250 in cash right now, or we are towing it to a scrap yard. We are standing next to your driver's door.” ....

My son proposed to his girlfriend about a month ago and things have been going really well. We love her, we love her family, everyone is happy. I just found out there's another girl who is in love with him and is apparently planning to propose to him. I've been sitting with this information trying to figure out if I say something. Do I warn him? Do I let it play out? What's the protocol here? They're all seven. I am genuinely stressed about my seven year old's love triangle like it's a real situation that requires my intervention and I had to stop and ask myself what is happening in my life right now. He proposed at six or seven which means he has been out here making romantic gestures before I had even fully figured that part of my life out and I'm his mother. The audacity of this child to have more of a love life at seven than some fully grown adults I know. I don't know whether to be proud or concerned or just stay completely out of it and.......

The rain pounded on the roof of the abandoned warehouse like it was trying to drown us out. My boyfriend and I had been at each other’s throats all night another stupid argument about territory and who was really in charge. One second we were yelling, the next we were throwing punches. I swung hard, but he dodged and slammed me against the wall. The impact knocked the air out of my lungs. I growled and swept his leg, sending us both crashing to the dirty concrete floor. We rolled, grappling, cursing, bodies pressed tight. I ended up on top first, straddling his hips, pinning his wrists above his head. My thighs squeezed him hard as I glared down at him, chest heaving.

@0xNyrox You’ve not seen love

@Hadeeyzarh Do women really have sex during fight abi you're exaggerating🤔🙄

SEX during a fight …. Tell us your experience 🥰

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