I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
Can someone please explain to me how I got rugburn on my tits?
I need to stop taking drags of other peoples cigarettes, it's such a tease. Like playing just the tip, you just can't
Despite what happened tonight, Im still expecting Jesus birthday sex
The ratio of how much he pisses me off to how much sex i get just isnt working out for me
I fake pass out to avoid hookups sometimes. Last night I fake slept on my bathroom floor for like 2 hours before the guy left.
So not the biggest tits he had his cock between. He could have lied.
We got a kitchen table so we would eat together more. So far we've played drunken monopoly and had sex on it.
I wish you were awake and high the same times I was awake and high. And also in the same state. So we can fuck passionately.
Best case scenario: sex with hot bartender \nWorst case scenario: no sex and punched by tattooed guy that may or may not be said bartenders boyfriend.
seriously the second he called my tits warlocks was the second I knew I wasn't going to fuck him.
You know, we cock-blocked like 5 people last night. It's like we're her vagina goalies
We are the best cocktail. We look appealing, taste amazing, and ruin lives.
This friendship isnt goin to work if you dont respond to my drunk texts
I'm literally trying to cool beer down right now in my car by putting it on my floor and blasting cold air on it
Randomize
