Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
i'm in his bathroom *freshening up* and he not only has a hairdryer... but a straightener. get me out of here... NOW
you have to give me like a days notice for these kinds of things, you cant just call at 9 am and expect me to be sober
Every time I remember you're bi, the world gets a little brighter.
Just realized I'm marrying a man that's never gone down on me. What happened to my priorities?
I'm at the point in my life where I'm trying to get guys I've fucked to give a ride to guys I'm going to fuck.
I just had a full choir singing the phrase pudding cup in my head. Too. Stoned.
Why is everyone else growing up when I'm just crying, eating, and having pregnancy scares?
Romantically speaking, I want to sit on his face.
I have to remind myself to breathe. That hungover.
The parents I babysit for are at this orgy. I need to leave.
He called me Kitten either just because or he figured out my old s&m life. Either way huge turn on.
fuck sobriety. I want to wake up tomorrow in a park or some shit.
Yes please. My parents would fucking love him and I'd love fucking him. That's a win-win if I've ever seen one.
i have a lot of questions about the picture quality/lighting/motion/gravity of the balls...
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