I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Spotted at kelly concert- 10 year old in a homemade "I do not hook up" t shirt. Well I should certainly hope not, sweetheart.
I mean, he was my book buddy in 1st grade. The kid taught me how to read, the least I could do was give him head.
I spent all day at the mall with her, then she made me actually watch a walk to remember then decided to tell me she was on her period. This one is either really crafty or I am really desperate.
Just realized ive been sitting through all of lab with a condom in my bra.
yay hump day
Fuck you, if it wasn't for us going to the city, she would be using me as a human sex toy all day.
I grinded with the guy who brought the scooter, I'm leaving with success
I was chasing disarono with Bacardi and watching ice cube movies. It would have been an epic birthday if I wasn't by myself and actually had some decent friends.. Hint. Asshole.
Currently watching Zombie Sharks while high. This is why I love Shark Week.
I guess I just don't understand how the two main issues with your ex involve a cock ring and a Christmas tree
I will pepper spray him so fast I don't even care
Like your dick isn't Beyoncé, it doesn't get close ups
Why can't he just dump me? This is like a baby seal clubbing the hunter
And now, by the power vested in me by the state of intoxication, I now pronounce you fucking awesome.
there are LEGIT cum stains on my ceilling. ON THE CEILLING!! you tell me how the relationship was.
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