I remember going home with 2 girls. Woke up with 4.
screw that ipod for my birthday.. i just want a weed brownie the size of my face. that's all.
I hate girls that dress up to come to planned parenthood. I just want to be like we are all in the same boat here, we know your slutty. Its OK.
I could hear his roommate in the background imitating my sex sounds...
There were so few words spoken that I'm not sure if it was make-up or break-up sex.
I think he's in need of mouth to penis resuscitation. Which I happen to be certified
I found ecstasy taped in my armpit... thank you drunk Marissa.
He asked for a foot job. Whatever. I guess I'm swimming in new slut waters tonight.
But I mean how many guys can say they get blow jobs and grilled cheese with football
the bartender knew what was up when i took a sip of my drink, gagged and asked her to water down my water
lost my vibrator and now I have to masturbate manually. The struggle is fucking real.
You know shit got weird when you watched another guy shove drugs up your wife's ass and it wasn't awkward for any of us....
I hope a pyrotechnic goes off in your asshole and seals it shut for life.
Me too.
Does your drug dealer have a printer I can use??
He poured champagne on my pussy while he ate me out. I found my unicorn.
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