4:12a: just got back to his place now. I don't want to talk about it
great sex! but now the fight over who sleeps on the wet spot starts.
I'm going to get a baby outfit made and send it to her that says: "My husband fucked his subordinate and all I got was another baby".
he has cookie breath... dont trust fat people.
The last thing I remember is pushing my way into the bathroom and dumping a 40 on him. We havent talked since.
Woke up with two cats staring at me. One covered in puke thats giving me a look that says it might be my fault. Where am I? Come get me.
do you remember the combo for the lock to my pants?
I have pink band-aids all over my body, WHAT HAPPENED?
Keg backpack and a Bike
It's meant to be, Cynthia. You, him, and your developed breasts are meant for each other.
DUDE!!!!! THERE IS A MIDGET HANDING OUT RICE KRISPIE TREATS!!!!!! WHERE ARE YOU WHEN THE COOL SHIT GOES DOWN???????
I was told I was gorgeous and a whore by the drag queens. My night is complete.
So i dislocated my knee but still went home and fucked his brains out. Nothing gets in the way of my sex life. NOTHING.
Once again I let my vagina make the decisions...that and vodka :(
It's okay to admit that you're into redheads.
I just want a guy who makes lots of money, has a skilled penis and the sex drive of a 22 year on Viagra. Is that too much to ask?
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