I tried to gradually lead her into my room but she wouldn't stop crying and quoting memoirs of a geisha
I hope to God it wasnt poon. That odor was unnatural, it was satanic pussy.
I didnt pay $190 for a fake with a new middle name of Vane..
ppl dont tell me stories about anal. apparently im not a tell-me-stories-about-anal kind of person
when she said she would show you her other bow, she ment she wanted you to bend her over and see the tattoo on her lower back you idiot
I smelled my fingers after she left and they smelt like sugar cookies. I want that one again.
Then we all started singing, "Our house, in the middle of the street. Our house, fucks a lot of freshman meat". It was magical.
the party has pretty much ended, it's just 20ish of us jumping and grinding to music from some guy's phone in the corner.
She was rubbing her face on the carpet, she was high.
Last I saw, they went for a smoke and only one came back. He passed out outside. I'm glad he's only 120lbs. I left him on the rug still. My mom is gonna be pissed.
I take to many stalker pics of him. If he ever looks through my phone he'll never give me sex again :(
Nothing says "Hello, Adulthood!" quite like receiving a dick photo at 11AM from a guy you haven't heard from since fifth grade.
We got a lap dance! I touched a boob!
Willing booties have sort of a tractor beam for me.
She handed me scissors and told me that they were the ones with the lowest probability of having been used to trim someone's pubes.
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