I want Jason Statham to talk British to my vagina.
The guy I was getting with last night took off his purity ring mid-sex and threw it across the room.
She laid down on my bed and played "I want you to want me" on my laptop. subtle.
You know how most people would take your keys when they don't want you to leave a party? Those 2 girls aren't most people. They took my pants instead.
The sound of my own breathing is making my head throb. That hungover.
I guess I'm open to more types of dick now
How about we just fuck in random places all around campus, and skip the boring relationship part?
you gave a quesadilla a blow job with sour cream at Denny's.
Want to do me the honour of waxing my legs again before I go to Mexico? I feel like it's a tradition we shouldn't break.
Then a third Canadian I didn't know showed up to the hotel room at like 3am. I let him sleep in our bed because he had pizza.
I've only fucked to 2 Fleetwood Mac songs, that must be why my life feels so empty.
he was like tryna hang and chat and I was like dude there's an iguana in this room
avocado toast wont fix the fact you did a bunch of blow you fucking hipster
You have my heart. You only share my vagina.
I slept with six men with different nationalities this week. Who says I'm not a woman of culture?
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