No, you can still breathe under the balls.
overheard a conversation between 2 lesbians: 'back when I used to have dick sex...' oh, vegas, I so heart you
I caved and texted him. But it's strictly drug dealing business so it doesn't count.
i guess when we were done i grunted "unforgiveable" and walked out.
we've had sex 4 times and he still refers to me as 'the chick in my chem class'
there are chunks of pepperoni under the sheets. can you be here in 10? breakfast in bed?
we are torturing ourselves with these mediocre cocks
i looked at my phone & had a message that said "tell your friend she needs to clean my livingroom, i dont appreciate her trying to turn it into a bubblebath." I give you probs.
Sometimes crazy just comes naturally. I don't need booze to say that on occasion I feel the need to rip off my asshole and throw it against the fridge to see if it sticks.
i’m not very adjusted to having free time. for example, I forgot how much fun it is to masturbate.
He had a step stool to get in to his bed!
My dad just asked if I could bring snacks to jail this weekend. Like what does he think this is, some type of adult play date?
We need some Captain and Fanta. That shit will change your life. Sidenote, bring an IV drip to hook me to in the morning
Theres a woman here with grey hair that im pretty sure i would have sex with
I blacked out after the piñata full of condoms
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