I think I kinda wanna bone that ginger from Harry Potter.
You literally just made my flesh crawl.
Everything smells like syrup. But I guess that's better than last time when everything smelled like beer.
If him repeating sorry while thrusting isn't makeup sex than I don't know what else is
Whatever. It was high school. Back then I'd blow anyone who had enough room between their chest and their steering wheel for my head to fit.
There appears to be a lake on my nightstand. As usual, I should not be considered a suspect. Together, we will find out who did this.
I promise it'll work. Just go there and keep the lights off and keep saying blaowww. She'll think your me.
Your place is a magnet for either righteous parties or crippling alcohol dependency. Lets find out which together
Like, I just want to be naked rolling around in soft things.
I'll be really easy to find... I'm the naked one rolling around in cats.
Alas my dad DD'd me. Legit cock blocked to the highest degree
I'm pretty sure that the bartender arranged a marriage for me last night. Sounds like a legit birthday present to me.
Well let me fuck you while I make potatoes. It's every girls dream
How do I send someone an apology text for giving them a lap dance in the middle of a party last night?
Anyone who can sit 4 hours in a doobie circle with their feet in a kiddie pool is ok by me
So is he the one who got away?
They all got away. I’m a catch and release kind of girl.
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