smell like capt'n and strawberry champagne
Well you broke that rule when you put it in your mouth.
The last memory I have is vomiting into a box and her rubbing my back saying "you are such a trooper..."
like a dude with a badge in a golf cart is gunna do shit. Unless he has a tazer. Then it's fair game.
I need a Xanax. A Veggie Delight. And exhibition style sex.
It looks like someone bombed the living room with his and your clothes, bra, packing peanuts, nerf gun and ammo, rc helicopter, leftover chinese food and a leather paddle.
You should have hard cock pics on hand to send in the situation that you can't stop driving, pull out your cock, browse the countless pics I've sent you of my tits, get him hard and text a pic through. I mean, it's simple sexting ettiquette.
I just want to have such an intense orgasm that my heart stops and I die. I mean that would kind of suck for the guy I'm fucking but then again he could be like "I'm that good"
According to the red cross, I'm not suppose to do anything strenuous for the next 24 hours. That means you're on top.
We are so blessed to to have nicely shaped vaginas
I thank god almighty everyday
how do you play pong handcuffed?
I'm on the bus, watching a girl shush her balloons.
What the matter? A girl can't play some Super Mario without being accused of being high?
He said he "doesnt care at all, really" if I shave my legs or not. Challenge accepted.
I repeat do not go to a jail visit drunk, those stools are easy to fall off.
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