so...dinner was kid's cuisine and a bottle of wine. i think they go well together.
It just feels so wrong throwing away the condoms into her Hello Kitty trashcan
Am I a whore if I make out with a boy just so michelle can't?
in the middle of it he kept shouting: im going to be masturbating to this for the rest of my life
don't get me wrong, i love how you're fun and free spirited. but there are some situations...like shooting down a bottle of sambuca standing in the shallow end topless surrounded by my friends
it felt like a thousand fairies were licking my balls.
My vagina and my morals are playing tug of war
Uuh, dude you came running out of the bar screaming you didn't want to hear that song, ran face first into a truck, spun around 3 times and hit the sidewalk. I tried to catch you.
I'm not sure how many more innuendos I can slip into this fucking conversation before I just blatantly say "I want to fuck you."
Just took last nights make up off with a sock. That hungover.
Is it bad that all my wine bottles have teeth marks in the cork?
And the cockring thing wasn't sexual.
I had mdma, weed, and alcohol in my system. My doctor seems to think that's how I tore my groin.
I swear to god, no guy has been as interested in sticking stuff up my butt as this girl
i am risking my non lesbian vagina for your needs. i better be the best friend you ever had
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