I woke up with a picture of my dick as my background. still wondering if it was a good night or not.
Woaahhhh there! We are JUST drunk fucking. Don't call me "baby".
He told me to fuck off at some point in the night. I think it was right before he jumped out of a moving car trying to get to another bar and made Abby cry.
This taco party has no tacos, just a hot asian guy in booty shorts. We were lied to.
I asked you if you needed a ride and you kept saying "no, my name is katelyn"
I'm pretty sure I just crapped out my pancreas. I have 2 of those, right?
But he does seem to be getting proper humping etiquette down. So there's progress.
Lets just make a point system, like if we have sex add a point, if they leave after take away a point, if they stay all fucking day take away a point
THEY SELL PREFROZEN MARGARITAS AND THEY COME WTH A STRAW. MY PRIORITIES ARE IN ORDER
I have bruises from doing the splits on the poles, if that doesn't scream bourbon street regret then I don't know what does
I'm literally in my bed still trying to find the energy to take my corset off so I can binge eat oreos
ayo
its like you know when i get waxed
He kept saying "Ayyyyyyy" during foreplay... during sex.... during everything! It felt like I was having sex with friggin Fonzie from Happy Days!
He was cute in a Sketchy-trying-to-sell-you-a-vaccum-at-9-at-night kinda way.
It was like a single vaginal boat in a sea of one eyed monsters
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