Grinding on my ninth grade teacher. Dreams really do come true
I woke up and found 10 txts from him. All sent at 6:30 am, and all about the muffin man.
Of course drinkings involved. They don't call it alcoholism because we eat too many skittles.
If he tries to stick his thumb up my butt again im going to rip his dick off with my vagina
I told you those kegels would come in handy one day
All I know is I was dancing to Shakira in his alley and I think rubbing my junk on his car door.
he has this weird thing where he watches me pee
Now I have the walk of shame to give the receptionist the bathroom key back, I've had it for 20 minutes. I should just smile and wink. She knows what went down.
Watching boy meets world, drinking left over pink panty droppers and coloring in a my little pony coloring book. This is my Monday night
Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?
If someone told me one person in the department was secretly a death eater, I would suspect her, no contest.
Don't be offended, the only thing I'm attracted to right now is snack cakes and chicken wings.
What's worse having drunken sex with hot married man or breaking the diet one week in?
also I was promised more toga parties by popular media
Well, he kept asking me if I was going to murder him once we got upstairs. It sort of killed the mood.
We had sex on a couch that was held together by Velcro. Want to know an unsexy sound? Velcro ripping apart under your bare ass.
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