Hey its my first time.
I think you mean "it's my first time"
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
seems the shocker is way more shocking if u get the fingers wrong
Fact: The drinking you do in college doesn't affect your liver in real life.
I go to guys houses late at night, have a little fun, come back by dawn having made their life a little bit better. I am the official blow job fairy.
I love wearing low cut shirts cuz then when class gets boring, I can look down and admire my breasts.
I smelled my fingers after she left and they smelt like sugar cookies. I want that one again.
Quite frankly, I consider the fact that I'm NOT pregnant one of my greatest achievements and I'd like to chronicle that ongoing success. I'm going to post pictures of me at "0 weeks" once a week.
I have fiberglass splinters all over my hands and woke up with a sign that says PUMPKINS in my room.
How dare you. Idk what you called me, and neither does google translate, but you better take it back.
What the fuck could you be doing in that room to make her yell "Beginners Luck!" over and over again?
He told me "it wants a kiss" WHY HAS THIS HAPPENED WITH 2 DIFFERENT PEOPLE.
Why is everyone giving me a hard time for drinking?!
Your in the library.
It smells like graded cheese and febreze in the family room what the hell have you been up to???
You've been inside me, dude. There's no such thing as TMI.
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