I had fun. Till he melissa etheridged my ass and came to my window.
Laying on my kitchen floor and the lights just got brighter... I just died or there was a power surge. Based on the amount of booze I drink both are possible.
Hickies on top of my hickies. I need a leash and/or a positive female role model
I'm the fucking queen of sexting. I just made a blowjob sound so poetic I'm wishing I were a guy just so I could blow me. Learn from me.
ASS. GYMANSTICS. OLYMPICS. NOW!!!
Also, horsecock action starts in about a month. Have you prepared yourself yet?
He asked us to wake him up with a strobe light. We had it going in front of his face full power for half and hour and he didn't even blink.
If you're staying here tonight, you need to promise me you won't make another bonfire in the lounge room. My girl is still pissed about that.
All I know is you walked out of the kitchen in some kind of French onion dip bra and started passing out individual chips to guys saying " do you dip?"
You showed your tits for hundreds of beads but magically became shy when there was food on the line
It has gotten to a point where I just want to sit on his face. Less butterflies, more orgasms.
It's like sexual waterboarding. You gave me sex so good I'm comparing it to torture. Jesus.
Oh dear. If we're both hearing alien sounds then perhaps they're real.
hey at least you are getting hit on, i spent all day researching cat sedatives
I'm sorry I keep drunk texting your boyfriend sports updates.
That's okay. He needs friends too.
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