They've started ranking girls from "paper-bag" to "I just came." Please come get me
I just texted him to come over because I want to see if his hand fits the handprint bruise on my ass.....I feel like the cinderella of S&M
I thought about farting is his face when he was going down on me last nite.
But then he started to talk about his wedding he wants and I quote " and yes parts will be choreographed"
The last thing I remember is him grabbing my ass and telling me he knew where the jello shots were, so I followed him.
It was kind of like a train wreck, except alcohol would have improved the situation greatly.
You cleaned out the gashes in your leg from hopping that fence with that whipped cream vodka, didnt you?
do you remember yelling at the waitress that you were a power bottom?
I'm pretty sure I told everyone in the bar I hadn't had sex in five months. And then I offered everyone calamari.
We split an eighth of shrooms and went ice fishing. It didn't get weird until I caught one and we both started crying.
apparently, dueling with garden tools in Home Depot is strictly frowned upon
Sounds like either a very good Friday night or a very bad Saturday morning.
The problem is that you are trying to hold on to some dignity. Let it go. I hope your rash gets better.
I promised to leave my panties on but I didn't promise to not have sex
I'm eating dinner with his parents and my phone goes "MOVE BITCH GET OUT THE WAY!" Thanks.
Randomize
