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ive decided theres a fine line between accepting money for sex and letting someone buy you late night taco bell and knowing that if he hadnt you wouldnt be in his bed right now
I don't care that you fucked her. I'm offended that once again, you fucked someone with me in the room because you assumed I was asleep.
i DID try to find you last night. i asked where you were and you texted me the letter "e" and a picture of the dark.
You are COMPLAINING that the sex was too good. You're not getting any sympathy from me
Don't remember anything. Melissa just said I kept saying welcome to the bat cave
I just got called the stable friend. This makes me super uncomfortable
Your ability to eat ass like its your job and yet turn down quinoa because it's "gross" is confusing.
You're his holy grail. The moment he finally gets you to orgasm he'll probably just retire and become a monk.
Also this just in, I think you could see my sequins underwear that say unwrap me through my leggings all day while I hung out with his family
I don't remember much, but I remember he called me the dick whisperer, so it must not have been all bad.
Nothing like walk of shaming to the bus stop in your bar clothes at noon and seeing the fire truck you work on drive past with the other shift giving you thumbs up.. Brotherhood at its finest
Does anyone remember last night? Because I still don't know why I now own a goldfish and a ceiling fan made of pizza?
I said, hypothetically speaking, if I was going to be having some rough sex Friday night, when WOULD be the best time for a massage, mother dear?
It's a shame I've been hooking up with him for 6 months and he still doesn't know my real name.
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