no, its his 'welcome back from rehab' party.
Do NOT cum in me, on me, or in my bed.
Their was just 7 people standing outside eating a costco chicken, definitley at the right party
I was galloping around pretending to give birth to pbrs. I could have used a mask.
This hickey is now green and covers half my neck. I have an alien hickey. I think he thought my neck was dinner.
He said he wanted to "superfuck" me
Does he wear a cape??
Is it too early to start pregaming for St. Patty's?
I now have a bottom rung on my kissing scale. Like I can say "Well. On a scale of Matt to Braxton he was probably a Zach." It's the little things.
I've woke up with the same hoodie on backwards, twice this week. I think that's a record
If I stopped drinking I'd have to take up murdering.
Literally just sitting around waiting for someone to come along and fuck my chakras back into alignment
I'm serenading his dick with my words. I understand how poets get inspiration now.
I just choked eating whip cream from the can, and peed a little because I was coughing so hard. How am I still single.
He tried to eat me out...through my pants.
you were grinding on the cop whispering for him to lend you his tazer.
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