The mall is playing a fucking country mix of lady marmalade.
welcome to maine.
I am currently prioritizing my hw by splitting into things i can and things i cant do drunk. Oh college
don't thank me. stop putting your penis in foreign objects.
he was dropping me off and i told him i had to go to the bathroom and i leaned into kiss him and he asked how i went to the bathroom with a tampon up there... he was amazed that their was a third hole...and wanted me to show him where it was
i just saw a man pushing two thirtys of beers in a stroller while his little kid ran to keep up. father of the year
we were having sex and the sweat made her make up run... seriously laid there and watched her face just melt into ugly.
Our sex has gotten so much better since we broke up.
I find it worrying that she bit me in bed. Then proceeded to write her name in bite marks. All without ever losing the rhythm of our fucking.
She's beautiful tan and skinny she will make me hate myself and that's what I need in a friend right now
Well, my breasts are swollen and I cried about the Iditarod. But I say PMS until proven pregnant.
is it too much for me to say that i have a ziplock bag with ice in it in my underwear?
I just came so hard my vision went blurry. I can only hope one day I'll find a man that can accomplish what my left hand does on a tri-daily basis.
I only drink at bars with bathrooms big enough to have sex in.
he drove over two hours to fuck me and came in 3 minutes. he got mad when I asked him if it was worth it...
so does the amount of bruises on my arms and legs mean we had fun last night?
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