Dipping chips in queso and thinking of your beautiful face
Outside the community dumpsters: beer bottles and a carton of orange juice. Looks like we were here.
Pregaming class all semester has made this final review session more like my introduction to the topic.
His dick was poking my bladder. That big...
I got used. This is the happiest day of my life. I was just a huge cock and that is all she needed.
He gets a blow job; I get my oil changed free of charge. And that way I only see him every 2500 miles.
I've reached the point to where my pre-gaming needs to be limited to pre-inning-ing
he just sat there, in the doorway of my dorm room, chuggin a fifth like nobodys buisness.. don't know whether to fuck him or be afraid of his confidence
I'm washing down the sadness with shots of vodka.
One minute we were playing beer pong, and the next minute I was sprinting to my apartment with a watermelon. wtf happened in between?
I woke up naked with my work shoes on
woke up and you werent here...its ok if we're never going to speak again but my furry hand cuffs are missing and i would like them back. thanks.
Accent: check. Hot body: check. 8" dick: check. Feeds me biscuits in bed after rampant sex: check. Should I continue with my "Why I'm not coming back to the States" List?
also, i'm not sure if i'm proud to say this but our regional manager's hot fiance was grinding on me at the reception while he stood and watched.
i suppose that explains why he told me he plans on promoting you this Friday.
He fucks strippers and doesn’t have a life plan. Of course I’m going to regret this
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