What do you think she thinks of us?
I think she thinks we're whores... but ya I think she likes us
i wrote her a fucking poem. i better get laid for that
she called me a fuckfaceshitdick. not that's creative. it sounds like a crayola crayon, preferrably an orange-brown shade.
it was a 10 min screaming orgasm. i don't care that you were next door and didn't appreciate all the noise.
I've only left my bed to pee and eat nutella out of the jar with my fingers
I feel like I have heartburn in my nipples.
What can i say, i'm an artist. I think deep thoughts. In between the homoerotica and pterodactyl noises
I went to bed at ten on a Friday night I have virtues to spare
I just got breakfast in bed and he went down on me. And you though he was a bad idea. Shame
you threw me on the ground pryed my purse out of my hands screaming " I JUST WANNA HOLD IT A LITTLE BIT". later i found you putting on my lip gloss.
you don't understand it took me an hour and a half to escape that bed, I had to memorize his sleeping patterns.
He wanted to watch a Charlie Brown thanksgiving. But I was like, fuck that, I'm a grown up. So we watched jumanji and I sucked his dick.
For not being a nurse or a sex worker I have seen an alarming amount of penises.
unless you want this visit to have a different tone... more romantic, less molly in a hotel room
No joke. There's a picture of the priest I made out with on my parents' refrigerator.
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