Are you trying to threaten my boobs?
I puked last after eating a volcano taco and drinking vodka. I felt like a fucking dragon.
i wanted a birthday blowjob. not a birthday VD.
names aren't important. just tell him all you want is a lil make out sesh and keep it moving.
you kept talking about how hot andy milinakis is and the things you would do with him. no more tequila from him.
He just laughed at his drink laid on the floor and crawled to the bathroom
Then pass out next to me, I'll be under a pong table or a park bench. Really depends on the weather during Mifflin
I've decided he is effectively a mouth, hands and cock held together by bad ideas and compliments, and I'm OK with that.
I just realized that the first thing he ever bought me was Plan B.
Yeah. That's the shitty part. God, I don't want to be a step mom. Sure I'm great with kids, but I just want unlimited sex and not have to worry about making friends with a fucking 7 year old.
I ate breakfast with him. And by ate breakfast I mean we fucked on the kitchen table.
Idk man, we spent like 20 mins arguing about the moral ambiguity of fucking in someone else's car
I can't decide which is better: the sex, or remembering that I have ice cream in the freezer after he left
It actually wasn't the first time that a guy I just met ate me out in the back seat of his car in a starbucks parking lot in the middle of the day.
We should write a country song: “Blacked Out on a Sunday”
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