O.A.R does not stand for Old Recycled Abortions.
I love the moment a guy admits defeat against the front clasping bra.
Apparently, there is a horrible ghonorrea out break at our school. Woo! What a way for Loyola to welcome us back.
I woke up with my keys safelty pinned to my thong. It's gonna be a great day.
He just kept pointing to each of us saying "arrested, arrested, arrested"
i want to find a way to basically assault his face with my vagina.
You were talking about masturbating on the phone then said you had to go because golden girls was on then you called me back saying you seen that episode already.
DOWN HORMONES. BACK.
We fucked on shrooms. It's like his dick was a beam of light and when I came I turned into a prism and my orgasms were made of rainbows.
Well i would have gone to the bar but Satan decided to hold his rituals in my uterus.
Thinking about wearing all black to the bar tonight since I'll be attending my liver's funeral.
This is the third time this year I've whored myself for a Netflix login. If this guy changes his password, I'm gonna fucking give up.
Or maybe pay for Netflix?
I'm not that desperate yet.
After round two, I told him he deserves an award. He bowed and did a princess wave WHILE his dick was still inside me.
I'm having shoppers remorse over a dildo
I made him dinner in just his cowboy hat and my boots after we did it...you should see his face :)
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