I was hooking up with him in my car, he wouldn't stop with my nipples, I had to literally beat him off of me. He kept groaning too while he was doing it. Sick.
Mommy issues
These hangoverless Sunday mornings are becoming too regular.
How's work?
Spinning.
You kept screaming how great you were at drawing poptarts and you insisted on drawing them all over my forearm
You know how hard it is to drive a dirtbike down a road with 2 plants of weed on your lap. Fucking hard
I'm responsible for my client's overall well-being. Which is terrifying coming from someone that can't stop masturbating and eats leftover pizza just about everyday.
It's only slutty if you don't have his number. Unless there's a full moon. Then anything goes.
You chugged 6 beers in a row and then outed your boss at a party last night.
Apparently my thong was thrown in the cornfield last night. No one will tell me why.
I can't hang out tomorrow. A boy wants to feed me ice cream and touch my boobs. Priorities.
You need to get out of there before he falls in love with you.
Bro, that'd be the third dick I've taken down in the office.
I need you to sex the hangover out of me again.
Anyhow. He gives me orgasms and cuddles and buys me dinner and alcohol. Ill keep him around and cross that other girl bridge when we get there ha ha
Drunk. Come get me. Out front blue shirt.
Where are you? And you borrowed my shirt. I know what you're wearing. How wasted are you?
Hotel
WHICH HOTEL??
Randomize
