Black lace...the rest is up to ur imagination
Sorry I totally forgot to text you back. When you texted me I was at work at the pharmacy and it was stupid busy. And then of course I had my 8 hour "shoot me b/c half of Loyola comes in to buy plan B" shift.
he was like Britney Spears in bed.. a little chubby and too medicated to perform.
I love waking up with his head head between my legs, it makes me feel special
He confessed to putting dry erase marker dots on my vibrator to keep track of when I "electronically cheated" and then passed out.
She said my dick tasted like a junior mint. Ive decided im using this soap the rest of my life
Ok, let's play "if you were a slut" again and try and retrace our steps last night..
Just orgasmed in traffic. Starting to have feelings for my commute.
Its going to be drunk as shit/pirate themed. Im dressing as the former.
From the guy that lifted you into a fan I'm sorry
I just found my lube on the ground next to my bed. I would pay money to find out what the fuck happened that night.
This is the third time my roommate and I have drunkenly hooked up. I'm starting to think she's not as straight as she says she is.
with the way the semester is going, being a stripper is starting to sound better and better everyday
tell raye i said hi and sorry for bleeding on the limes
Our livers get a hall pass for 2020, right?
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