I don't know what's more sad: The fact that he fingered the side of my leg, or the fact that the side of my leg feels like a vagina.
He is drunk texting me begging me not to tell my mom. Pretty sure he is about to offer me sexual favors for keeping my mouth shut. I love being the boss's daughter.
Please fuck him. And then let me tell her. And then let me protect you from the knife she pulls from her Ed Hardy purse. Please.
I don't remember much but I remember it was a unanimous decision that Santa was indeed real and Cait's stripping somehow proved this.
At this point, I really just need a sign in sheet for my vagina.
I saw he had me in his phone as "the fat twin"
This is my gift to your gina
Just described you as looking like "a very cute escapee from an Egyptian insane asylum"
They should incorporate dolphins into professional surfing
I wore heels to a golf store in hopes of getting laid. I've hit a new all time low.
just chugging fertility tea and vodka, no big deal.
He's driving 2 hours to visit me and he's bringing weed. I love him so much.
He is a sex God. It lasted more than an hour, and I don't remember how many times I came. I lost count at 57.
How many times do I have to tell you I'm not bisexual.
.....unless there is alcohol involved
our moms work together...I can just see the conversation now, hey your daughter ruined my sons marriage, that's probably how it will start.
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