So he asked me last night if I would cheer him on while he masturbated...
I don't remember anything other than how good it felt when I peed my pants.
i left the icescrapper in his bathroom. i dont remember taking it there, but i remember brushing his hair with it.
The floor and the wall just switched. I'm falling.
Just ate a whole pizza by myself. Wearing my indian headdress again. its really cool with the french braids. I look like fucking pocahontas or some shit.
Well it was tamer than the 4th of july when I blew that guy I met walking home from the fireworks
His dick looks just like him, taller than average, thick, and somehow always angry.
I haven't filled him in on Operation "find a sugar daddy & suck dick for money" yet, but I'm sure he just wants me to be happy.
If you kill yourself you won't get to feel that feeling when you have a good shit in the morning. Arent you gonna miss that?
I don't care how hot he is. I will not strip for him to country music.
Hey the moment you step into my house, find me IMMEDIATELY so we can pinky promise on not roping anyone at the party into yet another threesome
So i woke up on a park bench... Using my shoe as a pillow, cuddling a empty handle of vodka... Yet I'm still in my living room. Someone please tell me why all my vodkas gone? I'll deal with the park bench situation at a later time.
That was the first time ive ever slept with a girl with a q in her name
let your parents know i'm sorry i ran around the house pretending their metal detector was a "booze detector"
I cant wait to tell our kids we met because you subscribed to my onlyfans.
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