I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
Terrible. Enormous nipples with a small ring of boob on the outside. It looked like a tittie eclipse
Before he took my jeans off all he said was "no hard feelings from middle school right?"
We had sex on the hood of my car and broke the windshield.
I did the crab walk everywhere because I was drunk enough that it was easier than standing up.
Any time you can't remember a night, and you wake up in a sorority house, it's fucking worth it.
The sense of comroderie I've built with my liver over the course of this semester is beautiful
Yeah, I'm sure we have time for sex AND ihop.
And he listens to me when I talk to him like the hulk.
I'm telling you, this vagina is really making the rounds lately...
I have just received a gold-medal-deserving sext. He wrote me a fucking novel. Not only am I incredibly turned on but I am beyond impressed. He is the sext god. I must bow to him.
I guess I can check "drink alone in the dark" off my bucket list
Also either i just launched into space as a rocket or my legs just orgasmed, but i am high as a soul train
i black out too much to be "responsible"
Was cussing out our DD when one of the strippers takes him backstage. WTF
They call him magic hands is all I know.
Somethings are best left a mystery
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