I always wonder when I meet a guy from online if he needs a moment to mentally register and accept the size of my ass. maybe ill wear a dress.
just walked out of chelsea's house and saw cameron slapping his dick against her car. cant even make this shit up if i tried.
Then you got really excited when I upgraded you from puke bowl to puke bucket.
My freaking DENTIST just commented on my hickies. Through the novacaine I managed to mumble 'It was my birthday' and she smiled knowingly.
i got iced as i was inside of her. i fucking hate my friends
My vagina is depressed thinking about her future.
Had no idea what his name was when I woke up. Went through his desk, found his tax records. Ben. And loaded.
He bought me dinner. He gave me his jacket when I was cold. And then ate me out in the passenger sear of the car.
Just call Katie. She's like the drunk whisperer; she can get them to do anything.
That rando I gave head to on the beach just endorsed me on LinkedIn for Oral Communication Skills. So there's that.
WE SHOULD MAKE A WORKOUT ROUTINE CALLED BARCARDIO
I don't know why I do this to myself his dick is a constant source of disappointment.
I want to be "performing a disservice to society by actually wearing clothes in public" hot.
He took home that trashy slut from Bama but a NFL Lineman was just in my DMs so... who’s the real winner here
I'm not going to tell you how to live your life, which includes naming your schlong
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