i have the juiciest gold medal in my pants
i havent had this much fun since the last time i farted and it created a boner.
He kept starring at my ass and repeating "Its Just a beautiful piece of artwork."
she looked me in the eyes and called me a poet because i was singing lady gaga, then she fell over...
he burped in my vagina and tried to deny it...
I literally might walk of shame home on a cable car. If that doesn't scream San Francisco I don't know what does
its all coming back to me in waves....waves of humiliation and nausea.
I have to bobbypin his pubes for us to have sex. The other day he wanted me to braid them.
You stopped making out with some rando guy to tell him you weren't sure about your sexuality then proceeded to follow me down the street to make out with me
I had to fake it. He was punching my vagina like it owed him money and enough was enough.
just saw two eagle scouts making out in chic-fil-a
Fuck. I think I can already feel tomorrow's hangover. It's like future me cane back to warn present me about the impending doom but didn't turn the time dial back far enough.
There way too many people in that club who have had their dick in me
The only thing I remember about us having sex is yelling at him to choke me.
How are they?
Amazing! These new boobs are going to break blouse buttons and wedding vows!
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