I wanna come home
And do what?
Kiss. Rip clothes off. Repeat.
can't come out tonight. went to the bar again last night and the bartender hugged and thanked me so much for my "generosity." I'm intrigued but terrified to see my credit card bill.
my step dad just called me a drunken slut..someone in my family finally understands me
it got awkward when the only couple not hooking up was just watching..
I found out his name. Apparently we sat in the shower together and flooded the bathroom.
Not a chance. She stuck her hand under my kilt and she told the whole table I was indeed commando. She broke all the rules.
I'm like a walking PSA for tequila shots
I am pretty damn sure that neither my body or his body is ready for how drunk I am getting tonight
I really like her...she always overpays me for xanax and still feels the need to fuck me to make up for it....
my roommates tied me up with rope and duct tape then left me outside the door to the hot girls' suite on my floor, knocked on the door and ran away leaving me there with a sign that says free
Fingerblasting some girl on the deck tryna get her to fuck on a lifeboat
Also, I found your gauge.
I found it under my pillow like a gift from the Sex Fairy.
I just bought a 1/4 oz of pot from a coworker who's old enough to be my grandfather...I'm never leaving Portland.
He doesn't have much of a personality but he makes up for it with his sexual prowess
keeper.
If history is any guide, his morals are no match for my tits
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