I walked out of the bathroom and both of you girls were giving the gay guy head. I was like, "laaaterrr."
So he asked me last night if I would cheer him on while he masturbated...
When we made out her lip\nose ring fell out in my mouth. Awkward?
I'm now in all their contact lists as "Pee-Pee Hands"...
sooo I am sorta kinda using your name as my stripper stage name.
It's my vagina- remember its magical and yes I just did mini spirit fingers
I'd cum for enchiladas.
Last thing I remember is ranting about hating pants. Woke up this morning pants less. Couldn't find them, decided to leave. Driving without pants is surprisingly liberating.
It's funny to me the only time that you clean up is when your weed delivery man is on the way.
We grabbed as many adult diapers as we could and made a run for it.
You were wearing a sequin mini, with Tevas. And you still got laid.
Random question, what's John-that-we-had-a-threesome-with's phone number? Don't necessarily need the full number, maybe just area code? Think I drunkenly ran into him last night and now I have texts from a John.
He is 6'5, went to a Christian school and he's a violinist....I'm going to fuck the jesus right out of him.
Sex was followed by homemade breadsticks. I waited till after the breadsticks were gone to tell her i had a gf.
I think I may have gotten way too used to using my boobs as an extra hand/pocket...almost stabbed myself in the chin bc I forgot I put my fork there
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