Our relationship is like that beach boys song "help me Rhonda" and I'm fucking Rhonda. And Rhondas's the whore in case you've never heard it.
I am not a stalker...i just bring a whole new meaning to the word love
On a side note, I now know what a $150 cab ride looks like
i was trying to give him roadhead and my tits kept knocking his cheap shifter into neutral...was the first time my tits have ever cock blocked me
You were running around drunk in a Toga chasing the frat's Husky. Of course they remember you.
I just remember going to take a piss and looking down on the floor and thinking "that looks comfortable" and then I was out.
Someone posted a printout of my tits on my door this morning! Where did they get this photo!?!
Watching him is like watching a star slowly implode
If I hid at school to avoid the cops, is it fleeing and evading or just being a good student?
I felt like a personal hot pocket and all I could taste was cigarettes.
We've been fucking like crazy ever since she quit her job..ive been running errands all day to stay out of the house and give my dick a day of rest
I hate my life now
Well, I was giving him a handy and I sighed in boredom. He heard. I had to fake moaning sounds after he asked if I sighed.
I came and sneezed at the same time. Words can't describe how awesome it was.
When I planned out my evening, "co-author lesbian vampire erotica" was not anywhere on my list of expected activities.
Me neither, but hey, this is where we've ended up. Let's embrace the moment.
Pillow talk was a high five, this morning she made dinosaur muffins for the house. I love chapel hill
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