There are traffic cones in the living room. One of them is yours.
i woke up in the fire place with a lighter in my hand. if i would have died the night would have made up for it.
i'm gonna start fucking more girls with asthma. help feed my ego.
Right, because I totally see myself driving all the way down there to fuck his world famous penis.
She was puking in a plastic bag while cleaning where she puked on the floor. She knows how to multitask.
I take it we used my cleavage as a pen holder last night during the graffiti party. Looks like the colours of Crayola exploded all over my chest
I can't believe I'm giving you play by plays of this sexting convo. It's like a three way he doesn't know about.
Can we talk about the fact that a stranger is doing a line of coke off our living room table right now?
Strip club or gay bar tonight?
I am an emotionally compromised bisexual.
Cant get off the floor. Need more beer. Send help.
Like I blink, and he's face first in my vagina.
Sooooo drunk. We had the best sex ever and after he looked at me and said "That's whats up". I looked at him weird and he said "Young Jeezy would say it" and passed out on me naked. I think i might be in love
My school has hired a professional rum bottle juggler for our dining hall this evening.
will a lunchtime blow job make it better?
He ate me out in a golf cart while I watched the sunset. You are so right, golf skirts do provide amazing access.
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