I passed out on my porch last night. I'm still making it to class. This is what growing up means.
She uses my penis to point at the tv when we talk about the shows. I love her
Well I tried to call you. I was convinced my body was made of wood. But the Xmas lights in my room helped
I've thrown up twice at work. Just casually, in the mop sink. Then continued to make someone a milkshake. Want some ice cream?
Once he blows his load, he's more of an immediate flight risk than that jetBlue pilot. He's out the door before his cum is out of my vajayjay.
she visited to give me a bj between clients. Social work at its finest.
okay we need to get tested.
no YOU need to get tested. I'm just going along for the ride.
I just sat watching friends in the bathtub by candlelight...nights like this make me wonder if I ever want to be in a relationship again
I was told that I need a reference for my blow job skills. Be expecting a phone call tomorrow.
God is tempting me with everything tonight. Brownies and dick, mostly.
This is like 50 shades on steroids but with healthy relationship models and mutual respect among all parties involved and lesbian activity.
He does impressions. Handy knowing you can get fucked by one guy and pretend a group of celebrities is running a train on you.
I have peed in a lot of sinks
HE WAS CUMMING IN THAT DICK PIC
What are you feeling right now?
Idk. I just flashed a porch 🤷🏼♀️
So not in the best place to do an emotional inventory
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