If you text me again I will gut all of your stuffed animals.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
why does he think he needs to feed/take me out to get some ass? we are at a bar wasting my fucking time
Dating my ex's drug dealer.. best. revenge. ever.
I may have been hammered and in a wheelchair but I definitely remember asking the hospital reseptionist to marry me
The last thing I remember is sitting in a chair and him hand feeding me bell peppers
Quote of the night award goes to my father "I like wearing my swim trunks around the house because they are cooler and more blousy for my balls". Yay dad
shes on the ground doing bicycle kicks screaming "is my ass good enough for you now satan" send help
Is it just me or does the sex still keep getting better? I wasn't crying, my eyes just watered from how hard I was cumming.
You need to be full form and virile tomorrow so I can live vicariously through your rub and tug.
I have no idea what that means but I'm googling things just so I can watch my thumbs move
Welp just ran into my high school history teacher while buying a pregnancy test...there goes my veil of innocence in this town.
I think that's the first time I had "ass rimming" scroll across my phone at work
at this point, i'm only going to therapy to get more free condoms
I'm naked and there are two trees and a yield sign
Be right there
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