You flung your panties at that guy you liked with an accuracy that I have never seen before.
she had a my little ponys comforter. i left when she went to the bathroom
you dialed the number "23" then talked to it for three minutes
I can die happy now, I have been kicked out of strip clubs on six different continents
my mom used to put diet coke in my bottle. i can pretty much handle anything.
Like... Chilling at home with a movie, hang out? Or have sexual intercourse in the backseat if his car, hang out?
I think off duty cops drove me home. I may have been hitchhiking
If I ever die and svu has to come to my murder scene make sure they know I don't wear underwear always so it might not be as bad as they think
not totally sure where im at but i think i've definitely woken up on this couch before. bong on the coffee table looks familiar. should be able to find my way home
I was like can I please fuck your hips back into realignment
I think I have to break up with him. I just cried, not moaned, screamed, etc, cried, with tears of sadness and disappointment when I came.
We ended up on their roof with our pants around our ankles shotgunning beers at one point.
My boss and I ended up at the same strip club. We both got lap dances while talking about work.
First dip in a brand new jar of Nutella, and my man’s dick are two things I will not fucking share.
I could see the visible disappointment when she saw my penis
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