best part, i was ridiculous and none of them were judging me bc they didn't want my vagina. it was like i was a pretty painting
With the way things had been going, I was never more excited for a person to cum
I don't want her to kill herself before she gets over me, getting mentioned in a suicide note isn't very fly.
but it's kind of a high honor.
At the pride parade. It's not even noon and I'm drunk as shit... for equality of course
relax...and go to your happy place, which probably has a lot of dicks
Be careful there's warming lubricant on the floor. I will clean and explain later.
I just walked into my exam wearing a mans tshirt and Alex's size 13 crocs twenty min late carrying only a pencil and my heels...I'm not real
Lesbian sex in an alleyway drunk.
He's hinting that I'm starting to be kicked out of their blunt rides, I can feel it.
Its not like i paid for sex. She was stuck there, we simply exchanged rides.
His penis contains the glue that keeps this relationship together.
I like how our relationship transcends the borders of inappropriateness and encompasses all the colors of the inappropriate rainbow.
it was like fucking a Mumford & Sons song
I repeat do not go to a jail visit drunk, those stools are easy to fall off.
I'm one bad relationship away from owning seven cats.
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