but it happened after you broke up with me and before we made up.
You flung your panties at that guy you liked with an accuracy that I have never seen before.
It's one of the reasons i'm here, along with emotional support, physical support if you need it, and power orgasms.
He's paying me $45 to clean his room and $55 if i find the oxy that he lost.
my voice of reason is faarrr too drunk for me to listen.
That's cause you yelled across the parking lot you wanted to eat her out
I blacked out before two in the afternoon yesterday. Now that's a successful birthday.
red lips, whiskey sips, shaking hips, nipple slips. my life as a rap song.
I decided it might be a good time to stop when he requested I "bring that pussy over here"
answer my text you professional douchebag
and i mean that in the cutest, flirtiest way possible
Steve watched craig and I have sex from the top level of his cat tower this morning.
I wish I could take a screenshot of how things literally look from my eyeballs right now
Have you heard yourself have sex?
I'm not THAT loud...
My neighbors filed a noise complaint.
He just seemed to happy to be having sex with me that it ruined the mood for me. I just wanted to punch him.
I need to find a more reliable booty-call so I can start dating people and take it slow.
Randomize
