accomplished twins. life is a go
Cure to hiccups..road head..high five
i have a food baby... i think its a boy...
tagging him in all 73 close-ups of your cleavage might have been a little obvious.
I dont know if he should be happy or mad about it but he's too big for a blow job.
I was so high I thought there were pigeons in my room. Long story short there are now donut crumbs all around my bedroom.
Yes..we had amazing sex that I have a 50 percent chance of remembering.
A kind stripper put a blanket over me last night
I liked a picture of him with his pants around his ankles, if that doesn't say I'm into you, I don't know what does.
I shame-fucked to Hotel California, don't tell me about priorities.
Church parking lot, park bench, front porch. I think she's more comfortable going down on me in public. May have found the one.
Sorry. My phone died in the middle of you explaining why we would never work as a couple. Whatever you were gonna say, I probably agree.
He and his ex stood there talking about going to get Chinese food while I was half naked searching for my panties
I just want to feed you taquitos and play with your boner and live happily ever after
I'm too picky for internet dating and by picky I mean psycho.
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