These people need to leave so I can have rum and Doritos at work like every other American.
had to check his id this morning to remember his name.... i was wayy off
"Does your mom know how big your cock is?" Worst dirty talk I've ever had.
I just used my thong as a hair tie. I think I reached my limit.
I just found out my birth date is Pick Your Poison Day. Goodbye, conscience, forever. I was born to live like this.
Half my make-up was stuck to his thigh where I'd fallen asleep after the blowjob.
24 hours later and my vagina is still tingling. That good.
I remember all the people and all the acts I just have to match the person with the act
yeah the little voice in my head screaming YOU NEED TO GET LAID eventually grew legs and started kicking me so to avoid brain damage i had to fuck him
don't trust your eyes. just sniff them. if they smell like axe, they are broke, move on to the next.
Why Weren't you wearing pants?
because pants are for people with no imagination
I have a taco in my pocket for later because I am a practical drunk
I can't believe I'm giving you play by plays of this sexting convo. It's like a three way he doesn't know about.
Its the damn oven. I think it wants to eat me.
Remember that pair of super cute shorts I pooped in? I miss those 😔
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