okay I'm thinking he doens't have a facebook...I'm on page 28 of Hunters
ok you need to stop NOW
meet me or not, i'm out of control
I don't think I can handle being a slut. There is a lot more emotional stress that I never realized.
Are you available to help carry me into the house Monday?
I have too much respect and admiration for my dick to put it into a situation where he could possibly be killed
I think he was trying to tie my clitoris in a knot with his tongue. So awful.
So I've been thinking about this, and I've decided my bed is magic. Every time I change the sheets, a new boy is in my bed. I own the Sheets of Dreams-if I change them, they will come.
I just slammed another champagne, swaggered over to her, pointed across the room at the 20 y/o lacrosse player and whispered loudly, "I brought that one for YOU." I'm getting a raise.
My tweets this weekend consisted of me telling every bar I went to that they were my favorite valentine. I've never felt like more of an alcoholic
And the cops are back. At least my pants are on this time
Just don't have sex while watching Home Alone. It will ruin Christmas for you.
I saw the president of my women in business club at the bar last night...I was gonna thank her for teaching me the business skills to create my own fake to get in... then i decided not
I kept telling you not to give them blowjobs, but you kept screaming back, "it's okay, we're friends on facebook!"
I use my feet as sexual weapons
thanks for letting me have sex in your bed, too bad you didn't get to yet
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