Hungover. Be in at noonish. Turn my monitor on and put a hot cup of coffee on my desk so the boss thinks I'm in
she moved to the other side of town, do you realize how far i gotta walk to get a blow job???
So the answer to your question is yes, I was masturbating on the roof of my building.
We just laid there in bed together, petting his dick and repeating, "IT FEELS LIKE VELVET!!!"
Whiskey chased with ice cubes? Here's a big FUCK THAT to that
All I know is I woke up with his business card in my bra and in my handwriting on the back it says 8 inch.
Oh hell no my vagina is on that screenshot
I cried while dry heaving in the back of the car to the New York song with jay z in it. I was singing it inbetween gags.
I was told that I need a reference for my blow job skills. Be expecting a phone call tomorrow.
I'm more than my video games and dildo collection
I'm bringing home frosties. I need to talk about butt stuff.
How was the party
I came home with only one shoe, a t shirt tied around my shoeless foot and I was covered in motor oil. Oh and my shorts were inside out. So you tell me
Never go to your parents' super bowl party. I learned, in great detail, "Why Aunt Trisha is a hoe" Not enough beer on the eastern seaboard.
After we fucked we sat in bed and watched Charlie St. Cloud and he fed me ice cream. It was probably the most romantic thing I've ever done.
don't think less of me for this, but i'm pretty sure he did a line off my boob last night.
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