Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
Instead of having sex, we spent the entire night making pillow forts and have sword fights. I think I'm in love
and that's when the elephants and penises started dancing on the ceiling
I can handle NPR. I speak hippie. I took it in college.
She always acts like she's doing me a favor with a hand job. I've been giving myself hand jobs for almost 20 years.
She gave me a BJ with my hoodie on. it was like i was blowing myself.
He's a waiter, looks 15, and told me he loved me after only talking to me for 30 minutes. I told him I wanted a margarita. We got 3 free pitchers. I may have to make this our regular Wednesday night hangout.
having sex with him is like cage fighting mixed with pilates...the condoms didn't stand a chance...
I asked you if you needed a ride and you kept saying "no, my name is katelyn"
I caught her walking around with a fake mustache, wearing a sombrero and holding an empty carton of milk. She's a hopeless cause.
She was a little hefty, so I turned on the strobe light in our room. Everything looks better with a strobe light.
dont eat that thats our sex nutella.
Eaten today: granola bar, pumpkin donut, and fritos. Oh, college nutrition.
he told me that I'm basically going to be the mom of the house when they move in...i like to see it as being a MILF without the responsibility of real children
I got locked into my place today. You might be wondering if that was a typo... It's not.
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