We walk out of his house and his dad is there, so I had to meet him and shake his hand pretending that same hand hadn't been down his son's pants five minutes earlier
I think Memorial Day also marks the beginning of "Bikini Profile Picture" season.
I couldn't accept the bj. My penis has done nothing wrong and didn't deserve the punishment of her face.
She cried. My mom screams. And nut went everywhere. It was all around a bad situation.
Woke up with string cheese braided into my hair- literally braided
I've decided I'm either going to ease him into this breakup by having a threesome with him and the girl I'm leaving him for, or be brutal and fuck his room mate. it depends how nice he is tonight.
oh god all I remember is forward rolls down the corridor and all I have to show for it is "fit Romanian guy" saved in my phone
don't be alarmed if you come back and i'm passed out drunk and naked cuddling with the franzia.
Me ending up in the fetal position in my shower is becoming far too commonplace. It's like a weekly therapy session
I seriously think I got run over last night.. My sides are bruised and I got a ride home in the limo from the office.
We had sex in the morning in pregnant lady position. Like fuck me like the hott piece of ass that I am, not your wife of 7 years.
It's probably not healthy how legit bummed I am that my bottled of wine is gone.
Hey, YOU try working out drunk every night! Besides, I think at least one of those bruises is a hickey.
I buy a new bowl every time I get a new guy. It's retail therapy.
I fuckin love you!
I would reciprocate the feeling if i knew who this was.
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