Id settle for living inside the pirates of the carribean ride.
He like poked it twice with the tip of his tongue then left it alone. I'm sad.
i can hardly tell the difference between falling asleep and passing out anymore
You kept excitedly announcing to the bar what time it was. Followed by an equally excited "Clock language still makes sense!"
I'm going to make him fall in love with me one blow job at a time.
Well I woke up with spatula marks on my ass and burns on my hands.
We just leapfrogged all the way to the bar.
Imagine if you could have something so delicious, like your taste buds went on LSD while eating a chocolate tiramisu. That's the opposite of what cum tastes like.
At 4 am, making my walk of shame, the hotel security followed me to my car with his flashlight shined directly on me. I felt like either a criminal or like I was about to get raped. Can't a girl sneak out of a hotel room without an actual spotlight on her?!?!?!
Paris has not been good for her. Everytime she has a one night stand from a different country, she buys a mini flag and tapes it to her wall with the others
preface to our conversation: my vagina hurts.
I can feel my teeth in 4 dimensions. I shouldnt be this high at 8 in the morning.
No it's a real cult, with original ideas and shit like that
This night could easily degenerate into a drunken haze of strippers and gambling, but I need a support network.
I have filthy fantasies involving his tongue. My vagina almost exploded while he was licking that ice cream cone.
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