He was crying to my sister about feeling like a bad person. Then he groped my breasts.
Eating in charleston sc at a seafood place called "hymans". Like normal I had no problem finding it.
So for a second i just thought clitoris was a disease.
He gave me a promise ring. He promised that he will imagine me as every girl he fucks in college.
Your ability to be a slut in your nightmare astounds me
I have vodka an food stamps. At some point today, that will undoubtedly turn into jello shots.
apologized to him about 10 times for being drunk. told him about 15 times that he was "really pretty"
He's sitting in his room on Facebook with nothing but a pillow covering his crotch. I can't help you at the moment.
yes and no. im drunk but idk if im "blow marcus" drunk. call in like an hour.
Don't blame me. My vagina leads me astray.
Would it kill us to punctuate. That last text took me 5 min to read
You fell out of his top bunk onto his set of golf clubs. After seeing blood on your leg, you proceeded to sing "the first cut is the deepest" while sprawled on the golf clubs
so he'll eat food out of a dumpster but he won't lick your ass?
Do NOT. I repeat. DO NOT call me little one after we have fucked. In no world is that ok. Even jesus agrees.
I swear to god, if you ever yell my name during sex with my sister again..your balls will be stapled to your nipples.
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