He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
well now i know if i ever need to drive puke and talk on the phone at the same time i can
cell reception changed and I can no longer text you from the toilet... that means I'll be texting you less often, just fyi
It was good I woke up with my mattress on top of me. I walked around naked the whole night as people wished my Happy Birthday.
I misjudged the power of my pelvic thrusting capabilities. His nose is broken. Thoughts?
The trick will be getting hammered before we get to the first bar
Challenge accepted
I was wasted and the time changed. I blame the male strippers.
She just asked if I wanted to eat nachos off of her boobs... I'm going to marry this girl.
We broke into the kitchen, stole cooking aprons, and wore them on the dance floor.
First poop in my apartment for the summer, officially settled in. :)
I'm craving your dick and a microwave pizza
I walked past his mum on the way out and she offered me toast in a napkin "for my travels". Being home from uni is weird.
I woke up with an empty beer bottle in my slipper and a note that said "it just wants to be warm"
Hurry I'm alone dressed like a prostitute eating French fries.
i'm not sure what you are doing right now, but i know that i don't like it. whatever you are doing. just stop. come here so we can fuck
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