I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
low key just jizzed in a chinese food container
Had to make a piece of abstract art. Your dick is in it
He had a cowboy hat I don't know where from and he was trying to lasso a snowman with a dog leash.
I woke up smelling like the ciroc you tried pouring into my mouth last night. I think my clothes are still soaked
She's currently celebrating her completion of "Sober October" with "Margarita Shit-Show November."
I was thinking that, but I'm not sure the proper etiquette on asking about someone's nipple rings. Even if you did see them and compliment them once.
Blow job season was short but glorious.
I'm pretty sure I made out with a guy in a man thong.
So... In conclusion, do I bring my vibrator and risk not only having it getting taken out at security, but also exposing my dad to my neon green vibrator, or just leave it here?
He took me out, we slept together, and he sent me home this morning with fresh cantaloupe. #husbandstatus
He didn't get how "starting a flash flood in my thunderhole" was a sexy euphemism. Deal breaker.
My vagina: 1 Male stubborness: 0
He's asking how tall I am he wants to make a body suit out of me
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