there are some really hot girls on the bus. i want to lips them
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.
i was blowing him and "what if god was one of us" came on his playlist. I had to leave
I'm giving up shame for lent. Here come the best 40 days and nights of my life.
After he came inside me, he made us hold hands and pray that I wasn't pregnant.
I'm going to leave the fate of whether I go to my midterms up to my dealer hitting me up or not
I owe her a pancake or a second hand orgasm
She just had to change the song on the radio cause I was tap dancing on her windshield
I dont think that yelling at the medic "Christmas is gone, fuck off santa" was the best idea when you couldnt feel your legs.
before the moonshine you were already braiding the bouncers beard -_-
Just pee around me
I feel like I have a very capable uterus.
I'm drunk. And I'm alone. Eating chicken fingers in my underwear. I'd say life is grand.
He's petting your head, we need to leave now.
We free pour in this house. Measuring alcohol is for the weak
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