we were both hunting dick last night. it ended terribly for both of us.
I called the bar to ask if they found my Id and credit card and they remembered me as 'the girl who signed her receipt in blood'
either my laughing turned him on, or he wanted to shut me up. either way, i dont care. it was amazing.
i don't care how ready and willing she is. she is where penises go to die
She bent the beer can with her tongue. I'm scared of what she'll do to me
as we waited for a manager to come open the door that we broke while having sex on the wall, we decided to go round two in the hallway before he came back.. god i love hotels.
Everything's fine I'm just stoned and my pillows are too soft.
those were not strange pants with a really large waist band...it took me 3 days to realize I was wearing someone's sweater as pants
This morning confirmed it...there's no maybe about it. She definitely wasn't born with it. It was definitely the Maybelline.
The only word that describes how much hair I shaved off of my ass is "considerable".
Should I be flattered that she mumbled "You're the king of my face" before passing out?
Trump won PA by a fucking landslide. If only Cruz hadn't eaten that booger.
Oh, I also stabbed a guy Friday and he still asked me out
hey u leave my anime porn out of this
He adjusted my bra straps while I blew him.
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