Dub. In the bra. Dub in the bra.
It's like having an annoying little brother who wants to have sex with you
waking up outside has become so normal, the paper boy knows to set the paper next to me
she's sitting alone using her breathalyzer as a kazoo. help.
I asked him if his doormat had a name, then proceeded to sit on it for the next 30 minutes while signing that magic carpet ride song from aladdin.
I like to think of it as a lesbian feast.
I woke up and they were watching power rangers in japanese so I just found my bra and left
Nothing like cleaning out your cleavage from lunch, finding cookie crumbs and eating them...
How do you say happy birthday to someone you fuck occasionally that almost got you arrested? Like what do I text.
I need a good cry or an orgasm and neither of them are gonna happen to me and i'm so frustrated
he came to me for relationship advice and we ended up fucking in my backseat
Is it too soon for me to wonder what sex with him would be like?
We were sexting and i didn't know what to say, so i said i wanted to wrap him in tortillas and devour him like a burrito. then i went on by saying that i liked my burritos with a lot of cheese.
She said she was sober from drugs for a week. All I heard was Kenny Loggins singing Danger Zone.
Dicks are not precious.
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