I took off my clothes and she wanted to have sex. But then she changed her mind. So we ended up fucking through her panties or something. I don't know it was weird.
i'm watching the tyra show: "women who beat up their boyfriends" - lets see how she can make THIS one all about herself too.
my mind is a poorly written porno when i'm drunk.
One reason I feel like garbage: Kraft single wine shots
When I was with you my penis felt like a fat woman crammed into a pair of lulu lemons
My hair is short now so it will be easier to give you alot more blow jobs
I'm going to take this text and frame it on my mantle
so far I've only met her once and hung out one other time. Up to 5 BJs already. That's serious efficiency.
He just stared me dead in the eye as he continued to beat off. Then said "you were going to catch me sooner or later".
I've reached the gravitational age where it's very hard to get my face and my boobs in the same shot without some kind of yoga involved .
You burned the hair off your arms. Again.
It grows back stronger each time.
They tried to dine n dash at dennys and the waiter jumped on their car and broke their windshield
He carried you out but the best part is you kept saying "can't I keep dancing" as you were gushing blood
I lose my morals, my dignity, and my selfie stick :(
I sucked his dick by a creek, how romantic.
Puke-y regrets or just things-seem-far-away regrets?
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