I smelled my fingers after she left and they smelt like sugar cookies. I want that one again.
The last good decent convo we has was when I was trying to convince you to let me watch you pee.
Dude she's on meds. He has a ginormous penis. Ur A dumbass. That concludes our feelings chat. Dim Sumday?
Between my vag yelling at me for having bad sex and my legs yelling at me for going to the gym I cant hear myself think.
As his dick went in he shouted GOAL at the top of his voice.
We need to be on the same page regarding the 3some this time. No more "one of us should probably leave" moments.
Please stop using me as a reference for bail bondsmen.
Can't. Busy recovering from the worst pulled muscle of my life that I got either from excessively acrobatic boning or carrying a huge fucking ice luge down the street while wearing 4 inch heels
Well, maybe we can talk about it over a drink and some crushed up vicodin.
We made out and he didn't grope me. I liked it. I felt like I was innocent again.
I hate college football. It's really fucking with our phone sex schedule.
Just a little. Like do I say "hey I'm the girl that's fucking your son, nice to meet you"
My mother expressed her concerns about my drinking via a facebook message.
I knew the bike rally would be fun when I saw "male pole dancing" on the schedule
The only food I have to eat is weed gummies and magic mushrooms... This is peak 34
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