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he yelled at me for calling the fat girl fat. if I can't call out fat girls to my brother who do i have?
Think of this as an opportunity. Like Jesus just opened up his closet, and inside is an endless supply of huge, beautiful cock.
Take off that red sweater and wear my vagina as a facemask.
It's like the bermuda triangle of cat puke
I woke up to the sound of him repeatedly tapping out SOS in Morse Code using his hard cock.
So I definitely fucked a guy while holding on to his pigtails like reigns last night.
The most literal cowgirl position ever.
I was so fucked up last night that I peed on his FATHER'S BED and fell asleep there. and yes. his father was asleep in the bed
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
I slept on her porch...in her dads handcuffs
That jawline could fucking have its way with me.
Also I feel like death. But like. In a good way
*jedi mind trick* you want to go down on me
I dont understand why so many people are content staying in and avoiding alcohol and sex
Guess whose grandma smokes weed?
Randomize
