Sponge bath it is.
"Hung over, tired and having a faint scent of some body butter and random pieces of glitter from a girl named gigi, almost arrested in drug bust, $40 Canadian in my pocket and all i got was this lousy Tshirt" shirts dont exist, but they need to
i just got cum up my nose. i would have expected more from the captain of the men's lacrosse team
I have a question, if it paid really well, like ridiculously well, would you be a restaraunts under the table resident blowjob girl?
Yes. Yes. Double yes. I'll bring the tits. You bring the frosting.
No worries. It'll grow back. I mean, hey, my eyebrows grew back after he shaved them off. So it's all good.
It's like rock paper scissors. Cold showers and smoking beat hangovers.
Thanks for bringing that stuff to help me feel better...you know, the water, the Gatorade, and the dick. You really are the best friend ever.
I just used my dick as to measure where my desk would go because I don't have a tape measure or a ruler.
He sent me a snap of him eating a tamale shirtless. I think I might be in love.
LOCK HIM DOWN.
Oh, btw, UPS might come by. Drunk me ordered us $75 worth of gummy airhead starburst type candies. Whatever it is, it'll be delicious.
If the smell of things stopped me from putting things in my mouth. I wouldn't be popular with Grindr guys.
Sitting in a waiting room with 15 children has me contemplating if I ever want to have sex again...
When your job has killed your spirit to the point that you don't want to flirt with the cute, tall guy at Enterprise
GIRL PLEASE. GO BACK AND POP THE TITTY OUT
Also I will be receiving my own bra in the mail because I left it at his place, woops
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