Alas, alas! You know that is coming the weekend and you’re already sweating drop fat. The uncertainty of not knowing what will become of your sex life you reconcome ‘by herself’. “What are the stars in my favor for a fucking time?”, you questions (normal, after this streak that you’re wearing). In addition, we know that your promotion of a free month of Netflix is on the verge of caducarse and you find yourself immersed in a decision overwhelming: do you love the screen, or launch yourself into adventure in flesh and bone? That is the question and here you have to the bottom.
Yes, child, yes: this weekend follarás. What happens is that as it is so unusual in your life Playstation, PornHub and Netflix 24/7 almost you forgot how to do it. So to go looking at your duties, sexual we recommend that you throw away a whole afternoon reading the . Oh, and before anything else, remember that there is a friend called ‘clitoris’, not margins. Good luck!
No queen, no you don’t. Sorry but Hope Grace communicated to us by telepathy that this weekend, you can eat the moquetes. See, soul of a pitcher, if you spend your day looking at the Stories of Instagram there is no way a human that you end up caught chub. Well that or you desintoxicas of much screen and you put on the batteries or you’ll see all summer without a/a ‘churri’ with the give you a joy to the body. Yourself.
Do you know that person that you send WhatsApps to tell you that you have left the tupperware of pasta in the fridge? Yes, the same that inhabits the other corner of the mattress. That, that. Well, is your partner and you need this inorder to give him a tribute. And we’re not talking about a dinner romantic or a gift car, not. We want folléis like caged animals and I fundáis at least a tube of lubricant guarana. Enjoy.
See… Mmmm… the alignment of Jupiter, Mars, and the eighth moon of the Star Trek shows us that you’re going to fuck, but with your ex. Yes, you don’t come out of party and you acurruques under the sheets because your phone will vibrate and that person, that you thought you had left behind forever, he will send you a text messages that will make you fall into temptation: “Hello, I miss you baby”. You know, no one in their right mind could resist such poetry. Do not worry, I understand.
Or Rafa Mora, nor are all the tronistas of MYHYV, not even the very Tom Hardy. Nobody, absolutely nobody, can compare to your sex appeal. Yes uncle, this is serious. That morenito just in the brand of the sock, that tummy beer, which denotes a winter epic with colleagues and away from the gym and, above all, that smile of satisfied that you have while you subject your cubatilla in the middle of the festival. Continues to as well. Like this weekend, no touch, but you molas.
Brazil, Germany, France, the united States… no, it is Not the list of teams the fifa Confederations Cup Football. Is your sexual history that this weekend could add several flags of blow because everything points to a bacchanal mythical in that they’re not going to miss the accents of strangers. Yes, to make your dreams a reality more spicy you’ll have to catch a plane (or boat) to Ibiza. Sorry, these things only happen there (and on tv).
Angel, if you want to go by clicking right and left, at least buy condoms. In addition, you’re passing of the stripe with ‘only the very tip’, because you could have had more of a scare. Yes, it is weekend follarás, and more than once, and there the virus and the fluids go flying. So do examination of conscience and put on a raincoat, before raining sparks and god knows if the water is contaminated.
Your ex already is starting to affect too much. Take more than six months by dragging the mourning loving without leaving the house and negándote to do anything other than go to the Mercadona to home to not die of hunger. This weekend, not follarás, of course. But that you already knew that. What we ask is that you let at least come to your friends to see you, and you throw a few laughs. At best, one gives you cuddles…
The friend of a friend of your cousin from the village, which in reality is not your cousin, but as if it were and I call as well (it breathes), I threw the cane in the village festivals in the past year. And you’re there determined to see him again this year. But you’re so crecidita that sounds to bad to have a ‘groom of the people,’ and your friends will not even believe it (obvious). In addition, you have not done anything and it sounds quite pathetic, so at least crosses the line of WhatsApp, and it remains with him to give a tumble. It will pass, but it will not be this weekend. You’ll have to wait until August.
You have a swing top that don’t hold. You’ve worked all winter and you really want to look your tipazo on the beach and in the disco with your friends. This weekend you’re going to fuck with the one you want, because you’re a hottie and you know it, so I put the filter higher than ever. Hopefully, at least, is a polvazo epic and not to be in the bed all so bland that it is talking to you. And if the end is crap, lesson learned: don’t be superficial. Do you still not know that?
For you do not pass the years. You are just as exited when I knew and out a powder in the bathroom of that party to which I was invited. Now, if we buy the Kamasutra and what we review from top to bottom, now, if we go to a party swinger and gossip ‘to see what happens’ (that was not as cool as you believed). This weekend, I expected a little bit of relaxation, also it is up to you. A missionary and go to sleep. Leave a little time for pampering, which is also cool.
You know perfectly well what that means when that person passes it for two months appears simpatiquísima. Want topic. What’s fucked up is that it puts you a lot, but the jueguecito this brings does not make you no grace. If you stop rallarte and simply see it as what it is, a polvete sporadic, you will have party this weekend. If not, ask yourself the worthy, and send it to the shit, that also gives a lot of delight.