thx for the lesson on dirrty dancing
My pussy is not your playground.
Im beginning to think that if I ever write an autobiography it will have to be mostly fill in the blank.
Thank you blackberry messenger, for giving me a way to sext faster and more efficiently
He sent a pic, I sent one back. Then nothing. It's like we sext-messaged goodbye and ended the relationship.
You just met him on Thursday, and you've already nicknamed him Golden Penis?
Fuck my life, there's a fry in my vagina.
I remember saying to him "Fun fact! If you lie this way it's easier to deep throat!" I even judge me.
I have the most nasty and explicit wet dreams of my boss that I'm embarrassed to look him in the face. I'd be pregnant or promoted if he only knew
I'm a drunk white girl and my ancestors were drunk white girls, if we apologized our species would be extinct.
The paramedics were not my fault this time.
Thinking of someone think of me while masturbating while I masturbate. & that's how the over thinkers do it ✌️
why is there a wheelchair in the hall and why does it look like we banged in it?
Updates: Made out with a teletubby last night in the middle of the street #lifegoals
I don't think anything is more terrifying than the thought that you might shit your pants in front of your boss
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