We did like every position then did it again this morning. Something about him being the little boy i used to make sand castles with just made it way hotter.
well done
I hate myself for knowing the words to party in the USA.
he is literally lying on the floor eating cookies. doing nothing. and as i was hitting him he needed to protect the cookies more than himself.
I don't talk to her anymore. I lit her birthday presents on fire. Who the fuck puts candles that close to tissue paper?
his profile picture is him throwing up "#1" hands after his lax championship next to his coach that i fucked....embarrasing for him, yet ironically beautiful for me.
My mom made me write an apology letter to all my family for hijacking the eggnog.
in my lab write-up should i mention that i watered my plant with tequila?
Oh and jess is gonna pee in our guest bedroom to mark her territory.
I can't even go pee because I'm making sure he doesn't run off somewhere naked.
I'm drunk at a gay bar with my riding crop. God save the queens
I found a pair a guys underwear in my purse that has a British flag on it and says and I quote "British beef" what.the.fuck.
well i mean she can't stop a weed based friendship...its like a trying to stop a bomb or a really fast train...
Apparently I'm short enough to sit on his lap and fuck him while he is driving because the cop didn't notice.
Id prob hit it, but i instagram edited her picture to make her look better. Ha. She should fuck me just for that.
There's a fine line between kinky and serial killer
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