ive decided theres a fine line between accepting money for sex and letting someone buy you late night taco bell and knowing that if he hadnt you wouldnt be in his bed right now
I don't know how God could bestow someone that emotionally confused with such an awesome penis.
If you stick your dick in my spaghetti, we're fighting.
on the list of things i learned today that are not stripper poles: ex-boyfriends, table legs, and police officers.
He wore my sunglasses on his honeymoon..... so there's that.
Didn't get the job. Searched for my references on FB and saw the pic of me weighing my head passed out.
This is the third time that ive slept with him. He bought me more milk. I can feel the romance growing.
We play this game where we catch up on what we missed over five years of not talking to eachother, then we have sex like nothing ever happened.
Maybe if he'd step up his game and get a real job instead of donating plasma and trying to grow pot then you wouldn't feel compelled to write prisoners in Oregon.
There's a lady lying down on the sidewalk in front of our building smoking a cig
I'm a great relationship counselor. My vagina will let you know if your relationship is gonna work or not.
Just once I'd like to go out and not have to tell you to put your pants back on.
I don't know where I'm at. But I'm pretty sure what I'm looking at is a small bear.
In other news, I’ve officially fucked a grandpa.
I cant wait to tell our kids we met because you subscribed to my onlyfans.
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