I wonder what it would be like to go to the dry cleaners and not have to inform them that all my clothes are stained with booze.
for me the strap perfect is like a chastity belt
He moved away. I mourned his dick all of Sunday. I feel a little better now.
he asked me if i would dance for him to make it easier for him to jack off. does that answer your question.
security doesn't like it when we pee on cars. or maybe just not theirs?
I don't know, But i remember him licking ecstasy off my boobs and my boyfriend cheering him on
I was trying to chase her off the carpet, but now there are figure-eights of cat vomit. everywhere
his face was nice enough, but his choice of footwear screamed columbian drug lord
him crossdressing on the weekends is awkward but not a deal breaker for me.
Yay! Also. When you're coming down eat waffles and touch yourself. You won't regret it.
Halfway through missionary I realized I was partially laying on his sleeping dog and idk that just kinda ruined it for me sooo
you gave me money for the cab and then walked home..
all i know is that i woke up at 12:00 am in a shower with egg shell in my hair. i am 90% sure you are responsible.
No I feel the same as usual. Mopey with a chance of bitch fits.
That’s all I need in life: vibrators, butt plugs, strawberry lube, and sour gummies
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