It's what's on the inside that counts(972): They probably have big open vaginas so the inside is no good
the stripper made me go home becuz she had to take her kid to a birthday party in the morning
5 years of college and never once did they teach us how to respond when you overhear a group of 7th grade boys who are in your class talking about how you're definitely DTF
children are so perceptive these days... and horny
barbara walters just said penis...
my vag is so smooth its legendary
We started hooking up and a group of freshmen outside my window started chanting my name. Encouraging yet distracting
I just shaved my vag with a razor my dad left when he was here a few months ago. Too hungover to think about the Freudian connotations
There's nothing I can say to make me pepper spraying you any better
I feel like a fucking princess. Like an heiress of a kingdom of drugs.
He wants me to hook up with his fiance while he watches. Text you later with how it goes.
Remind me in the morning that I've now seen a guy do crack. That actually happened. I'm at the wrong party.
I'm drunk in a place called Lick-A-Chick. PS. It's not a lesbian hot spot, they sell chicken.
You've lost booty call privileges between the hours of 10pm and 8am.
He kept screaming "I am the thunder!" when he was riding me.
I just kept eating and watching him slide down the stairs head first
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