she was talking to me but i could help but stare at the extremely long hairs on her boobs. then she says, "your looking at the hair on my boobs aren't you"
I havent dry-humped that much since freshmen year. Forgot how good it doesnt feel.
heading to class now, facing the weekend consquences
when i was ordering pizza, the guy muffled the phone but i could clearly hear him say "its that drunk bitch again"
i dont care if i had to wear a dress to fuck her, she was super hot and i stand by my decision
yeah a little bit of me felt bad about it. But the rest of me was having sex with him.
If we worried less about pouring champagne down stripper crack, we probably wouldn't skip so many meals.
You're about to fuck a guy with a sweatshirt tied around his waist like a mensurating 13 year old. Get your priorities straight, you're graduating tomorrow.
He's worked out some sort of arangment where all three of them are dating each other and they've all moved into an apt. with two king beds pushed together
A true beacon of hope in these dark times
if memory serves, the guy you were hooking up with said he was a slutty skittle.
Operation: pick up a lawyer was a resounding success. Commence operation: football mugshot weekend
Like if a baby's bottom had nipples, that's how my boobs feel
KY in my mouth and throat does not a party make.
Your "whiskey dick" is glorious but also terrifying
Well, I have no idea where my underwear is, so yea I would say it was a good weekend.
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