i feel like pocahontas...the disney character not from real chance of love
i just woke up to seventeen texts from you saying all the things you would have done for a french fry.
As long as you're naked and covered in glow paint, I'm there.
This is the second time in a week I've woken up with your bra in my bed and I've had to sit and think about how it happened.
She wanted to roleplay. Apparently you be snow and i'll be a plow wasn't an option
I miss the good ol days when id just come home from school and thered be a costco size box of condoms on my bed.
my parents really loved me back then.
I just bought 7 working mopeds off a guy for $300. We are 60% of the way to our gay biker gang dream.
Today's weekday brunch started at 2pm, and consisted of $7 of sandwich and $50 of cocktails. Also, I hustled the bartender for about $3 playing nickel poker, but he may have been letting me win. Either way, he didn't get into my pants.
He just snapchatted me a picture of his cock. The angle makes it look like a freakin skyscraper. Thinking of photoshopping a little monkey on it.
Let's fuck under the stars. And by under the stars I mean in my bed underneath my glow in the dark star stickers.
He told me I smelled like fruit loops and then bit me on the tit
You should come over tomorrow. Wine, pizza and my vagina. Those are all great things.
I feel like there's def a learning curve to the sex swing
It is getting ridiculous, the elaborateness of the schemes I have to concoct so my suitemates don't know I'm pooping.
It's like a donut of clothes around a pair of heels. Like they were transported to another dimension naked.
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