I FOUND THE PROF I'M GOING TO FUCKKKK.
I still have your handprint on my ass. You're not allowed to ignore me yet.
She left scratches down my back from her wedding ring. Her husband seems like a nice guy though, judging by the scratches it had to be at least a carat.
He fucked volume into my hair. It was amazing.
Give me one reason I shouldn't put the phrase "sex emotions" into my essay.
No.
If you can get laid in a rudolph onesie you are doing something right my friend.
You can cross "give someone a blow job while playing Colors of the Wind" off my bucket list.
From the same High Brittany who brought you such thoughts as, "Fuck, am I wearing shoes?" Comes High Brittany on a date! Stay tuned. This will be interesting.
Our group of friends now have more broken bones than reasonable excuses for why they're broken.
how come you came home with "Amanda owns this" written on your forhead
Yes. I masterbate to Harry Potter. It's what our generation does.
Good, I don't think Coke dipped ring pops hold up in the mail anyway.
I'll accept that I'm a woo girl. Just not the drunk cowboy hat wearing bar mongering twat bag type
I just remembered that I totally burped into someones mouth when we were making out. I was really smooth about it so he didn't notice.
Just sent a nude with the caption "seasons greetings from our family to yours"
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