we should go somewhere reaaaaaal shady
I literally just watched a girl motorboat herself
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
Birthday was great, I got entirely too drunk and made really poor life decisions. It was everything a birthday should be.
Listening to my boss get blown in the next room by a male bartender from the gay bar. And watching pawnstars. Tell me I'm not the best wingman ever.
He said female orgasms are a myth and refuses to even try to give me one.
what kind of roommate is she really? she wouldn't even hold my hair back.
It feels like my uterus is trying to crawl out of my ass wearing cleats. And yourself?
I WANT TO. I JUST IMAGINE HIS BEAUTIFUL BLONDE HEAD INBETWEEN MY LEGS AND I BREAK DOWN AND START CRYING.
When Pitbull's songs sum up your life... you know it's time for some serious life changes.
I preemptively put on a cape before eating a bunch of weed brownies. Best decision ever.
for once I'd like a one night stand where I don't meet the guys mom or wife in the morning
I just want a relatively mentally stable guy with tattoos and facial hair that loves Captain America as much as I do and will fuck me the way I deserve to be fucked, is that too much to ask for?
Forget about letting a 70-year-old man suck on my tits for coke... telling my new boyfriend about it was the poor life choice.
On a scale of one to 10 how Risky is it to sleep with a married man (all morals set aside)
Randomize
