...So a 6 ft tall drag queen in heels I would kill for just told me I have a dunkable ass. I'm confused...but I'll take any compliment I can.
I hope whoever gets these locks of love doesn't have a drug test anytime soon
we do all of our sexting over chat on words with friends, so my boyfriend doesn't know about it when he looks at my texts.
he described going down on me as being like 'entering a jungle of deliciousness and fur
I still don't understand how I went from crying to blowing you in like two minutes.
Is that a tongue signal to get over there? That's how my two heads are taking it.
I'm imaging you naked, covered in butter. And I gotta say, I'm not impressed.
I think he is probably a psycho that will eventually murder me but i mean the sex last time was AWESOME.
Well his arms broken so they only cuffed his good wrist to his belt. That's how he cast smacked me in custody.
You is good. You is important. You is a slut.
Fuck I am so excited for the first time I can make someone call me Doctor Nikki during sex after I finish my PhD
Something about Sunday night screams phone sex
So I don't know, I'm not a doctor, but I might be juggling dates with 3 different guys...
"I feel morally obligated to vote for him since he's my drug dealers dad"
My arms in a cast, how am I supposed to have sex with only one hand?
more importantly I need two hands to eat pie
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