Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
If they made snuggies with a sleeve for my morning wood, id consider buying one...
at the resort hottubing with french twins, who brought champange. this should be a postcard.
So my earrings and necklace kept jingling and hitting him in the face, and he told me felt like he was fucking a Christmas tree
i mean, we fucked on the futon in the garage where his band practices. pretty sure im now obligated to like his band on facebook.
Cuz last time you told me I was going to be shocked about something you got a hand job from a stripper in canada
she tried strangling devon with the garden hose. pretty sure they're broken up
Then he shook the next streetlight but this one broke and fell over. He told me, "This is the part where we run."
We had an in depth conversion about the best way to take a dick pic. Both with and without mirrors.
last thing I remember is yelling 'sit on my face' through a traffic cone
Why did I ever allow that penis to enter my sacred temple?
Somehow I became in charge of getting my mother laid? This can't be my life? Lol
He chose me to be his birthday sex..theres a lot of pressure riding on this bang
He started planning our future mid-hookup. You tell me how my night was.
How are they?
Amazing! These new boobs are going to break blouse buttons and wedding vows!
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