Call me when you're up
Great dream, you were in it
all he gave me for my birthday was sperm
at least its a homemade gift
would it be subtle enough if I played birthday sex on repeat while I may or may not be stripping?
i leave for school in 3 days. if you want your annual goodbye blow job you should probably call me
You don't have to believe me. My vagina knows it happened.
She's an honest to god fucking ballerina. She did things I don't have names for.
I think I'm allergic to vodka. Or people getting engaged. One or the other. I want to die.
Just ran into a client at a sex shop. The meeting tomorrow is going to be really awkward as we both try not to picture each other using vibrators or role play costumes.
I'm trying to get WebMD to diagnose me with a hangover
I'll be there with bells on. And by "bells" I mean "jäger bombs". And by "on" I mean "being poured down my gullet".
I woke up knowing I have nowhere to be today except parties and it was glorious and I am so happy
Omg my orgasm just made the fucking sun come out. Clearly my libido controls the weather now.
I got a lap dance in honor of your birthday last night.
Thank you.
theres a video...
oh god.
I party with great urgency now.
I would let him fuck me right here in this laundromat. Praise Satan.
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