I'm calling you out on twitter if you don't come over right now.
I woke up this morning under my fitted sheet and my legs through the sleeves of my sweater.
I doubt the Taliban would support fake nipples.
My boyfriend woke me up in the middle of the night to have sex with me right before I had sex with another guy in my dream. What a unique sixth sense his penis has.
Tomorrow's thirsty thursday is now sponsored by the three time champion, chemisty failure. celebration starts asap.
I blew him and did charles barkley impressions at the same time. what a pro
I got back at him the only way I knew how, by hooking up with the guy he hates from their rival fraternity.
I think my body is literally trying to get me to reproduce. "fuck someone! Anyone!" - my body
Who am I sleeping next to in your bed? Where are you? Also when are you coming home... I need coffee.
Was he good-huge or like "what the fuck do i do with this"-huge
all I'm saying is that my epic blow jobs have made grown professional football players cry in ecstasy
Im in my back seat in my own drive way with two beers left to shotgun and watching the sunrise. Am I over her yet?
Also I would love to pregame at your place if I weren't stuck at mine drinking laxatives
I mean his penis was perfect in pictures but its even more perfect inside me
If I wanna spend the whole night tied up and getting railed I'm allowed to do so
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