i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
he would probably call me "ma'am" when he's inside me. people love saying weird shit inside me.
how do i say, "my ex is going to be at this party so don't look like shit" without sounding like a bitch?
So the coke mirror was perfectly angeled at my face right when i woke up this morning. I now know how I'd look on intervention.
They only knew me as the lesbian that passed out in a bathtub. That's not what you call friendship.
It was a legit night tell he threw a snowball in the bar, thats when I knew it was time to go to the next bar.
I don't have patience to seek someone out and try to decipher whether or not I think I'd want to actually have their dick in my face.
It's almost like a boob-text, but it's not. Because it was live. And you were showing a bunch of people.
If you've never been pounded by an Eastern European body builder, I would highly recommend it.
Nope. I've found you care about two things in life: your momma and spreading your seed.
Nobody will take a lit match to your nipple without warning you this time. Pinky swear.
I guess you could say that.. I mean, we did walk in on our DD doing a keg stand thru her ass.
I should buy myself lingerie for Valentine’s Day instead of a present for you because I am the present
Do I masturbate or eat a pound of matazah. Alissa help what do I do??
I was trying to get nudes from last night and ended up getting a family portrait!
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