this morning i woke up with my panties on and i knew where i was. success.
Last night was def like the makeout party episode of full house
she told me to hold the wheel while she hung out the sunroof and cursed the old lady behind us out.
Saw a guy in a chef outfit covered in mustard talking jiberish into his phone running across the skywalk.
seeing two hook-ups in tagged in the same picture will send chills down anyone's spine.
Speaking is such a hard concept right now
And then he told me he was too tired for me to suck his dick. Physically and mentally too tired for me to suck his dick. What the fuck?
my question is who was more confortable? You sleeping on the floor or me tweeting from a bush?
It was like a Thanksgiving meal, which you spend 8 hours cooking, and the family wolfs down in 20 minutes. All that flirting and build-up for like 90 seconds of pumping and he was gone in a flash, never to be heard from again.
it's just not right when you're boyfriend has a nicer ass than you do.
it's too much effort for something that isn't food.
Let's make an agreement. No drugs until you finish all your homework. I'm hiding them as we speak.
You'll be happy to know that the bruise is gone from my cock
Btw I appreciate you as a friend for taking the time to validate my sluttiness
I guess we coulda said a little less mature audience and a little more e for everyone.
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