I dinstinctly remember making out to "I believe I can fly" and waving my arms like a bird to the beat.
If we're like this now and women reach their sexual peak in their 30's, I can't even fathom what our futures hold.
I started to trust fall random people on the dance floor
This inappropriate post strip club text brought to you by Cheetah of Palm Beach and vodka. Blowjob in the champagne room and the clap for the low low price of your paycheck.
New life rule, no banging opera singers. I might be a little deaf now
I'm wearing a dinosaur hat bikini cone bra over my shirt. So good things are happening
do i respond to the booty call for the guy with the bigger dick or the one who has the gourmet coffee i like so much? at this point i'm leading toward the coffee
Please call us Steph is okay but missing phone wallet tooth
i don't know man... i just want to listen to John Lennon every time i finish fucking her. is this love?
It all started with sending him a text about Spongebob. It escalated from there.
Drunk me has cost me a lot in cell phones...
I wasn't supposed to sleep w him. So of course I sent him gps location to my bed.
You know you've made it in life when the people in the next stall are cheering on your orgasm
you know its getting late when the "nevers" are turning into "maybe"
She's nice. But even when I am with her I am thinking of her mom, literally the hottest woman on earth.
Randomize
