Well to be completely honest its more of a 'i wanna do things to you that your parents would not enjoy hearing about' mood
His dick was as big as my arm. Giving him a handjob was like giving someone an Indian sunburn.
Then they all walked away with the drinks I bought them, and the fat one slapped me in the face. I left and my car had been towed. Worst night ever.
Just watched a guy fight a garbage can then pee on it, screaming "I told you to listen to me the first time!!" San Francisco, I've missed you.
he convinced the breakfast vendor to melt twix bars on bacon for me at 4am. he slurred every word. i think i found my prince charming.
he told me he expects me to keep the fangs on when i go down on him. presumptuous, yes, but man after my own heart.
I'm really good at handling things like foreskin and speech impediments.
I'm starting to second guess shaving my vagina over the kitchen sink. The lighting is so much better though.
well i mean she can't stop a weed based friendship...its like a trying to stop a bomb or a really fast train...
Please come quick there are people in suits here judging me
It has gotten to a point where I just want to sit on his face. Less butterflies, more orgasms.
I woke up to his balls in my face, so naturally I limboed under him and headed to the bathroom. When I came out he was asleep on the floor.
Because I'm currently dying, lacking waffles, and vaguely convinced I'm an eagle
you know my pussy doesn't know between good and evil
they gave me money. the money smells like weed. also they gave me weed
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