i'm in the sorta mood where i wanna be that crying, drunk girl who will hook up with anyone that tells her she's pretty
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
that's why i date skinny girls, they don't realize how small it is.
He cummed in my mouth, then said he had to go because his best friend broke his foot falling off of a balcony, put twenty dollars in my hand and was gone before I could even swallow...
dont get me wrong, i like when a guy is into my boobs but when he started saying mama i want milk let me suck, i gathered my shit together and bounced.
i'm in workout clothes. this is progress.
They were done having sex when I went to the room. They had that look on their faces.
Disappointment?
put me on a leash or i'm going to fuck someone
by the end of the night two people were passed out at the table, three on the couches, and one in the bathroom. it looked like someone pumped sleeping gas into the middle of a dinner party.
Legitimate concern. Who am I going to have birthday sex with?
Even though he had a fractured vertebrae, the sex was still phenomenal. Better than normal actually. I hope the vertabrae never heals.
Yo, I totally had forgotten you were CA. Thank you for making my life easier with modern medicine.
You're the best thing in my life, followed closely by cannabis and trashy romance novels
she chased shots of jack with a fucking steak. i'm in love.
Would an open wound count as good sex or bad sex?
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