We succumbed to passion, and then he had to go meet his girlfriend. End of story.
I think we should urban dictionary "drive of shame." It involves a sprint to your car in his underwear and shirt, surreptitiously trying to put on your bra on at stoplights without attracting attention from neighboring cars, and lurking in your car a block from home so you can know when your roommate leaves for work.
i really wish my pants would only unzip when im sober
Will you be topless? That will affect my answer.
See, thats where im at with my life, welcome to the slut yaht we will be cruising comfortably all summer at an extremely drunken relaxing pace S.S. Slut Bucket
I'm having post-experience "why didn't I fuck her in a public bathroom" regrets
I have a bad feeling I'm going to like this fuck buddy
Ok maybe now I get why I'm single I think I just broke a rib pooping
i'm gonna crowd surf you onto his dick
You may be fancy. But you'll never be having cheesy garlic bread and scotch at 3am fancy.
Paycheck hits in 37 minutes and I literally just emptied my handle of Tito's. If that isn't budgeting like a fucking adult, I don't know what is.
I feel like a weird modern Betty Crocker. I'm icing a cake and looking at gay porn, if that's not an accurate portrayal of the 21st century idk what is.
There's a big difference between a penis and a toilet.
I gave him one of my famous hand jobs.
i really didnt think i was that drunk last night but the txts from unknwn #s that say i like your lace panties are def telling me otherwise
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