Grinding on my ninth grade teacher. Dreams really do come true
I have a new reason to go to work: I can tell which 3 of my coworkers are sisters just by looking at their butts.
Just barfed in my hand. Needless to say, this day is off to a great start
I don't care if he acts like a don't exist 6 days a week. On the 7th day he makes makes my vagina cry. In a good way. Jesus understands.
Have you ever straight up just taken a bite out of a block of cheese? Because it's amazing.
She said just put your tongue in there and don't linger. I have other things to do.
exactly. I want him to have to live with the fact that he fucked me. I want him to look me in the eye and say "you were a drunken mistake".
When we were fucking he said and I quote "we're like a sex fajita"
according to last night, I underestimated the size of my mouth and the possibilities of what can fit into it.
I was worried he'd break you after the hiatus your lady parts had to take from social interaction.
If I had a dollar for every straight boy that questioned their sexuality because of me, I would live a comfortable middle-class life.
Great. I broke up with him before he could like my selfie, now I'm down a like.
I just asked him what would happen if my boobs fought crime. I think I'm cut off.
I just want to buy drugs without having to pay an arm and a leg for it. Is that a horrible thing to ask for?
I mean, it's not like you can exactly complain to the manager and higher ups about it.
I told him I wanted to get on him and ride him to Montana. It didnt end like i thought it would.
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