We may or may not have a drunk cat on our hands.
So shortly after drunk sex...she starts crying and saying..." you don't care about me, you never do anything nice for me" so I called her a cab
we were having sex and the sweat made her make up run... seriously laid there and watched her face just melt into ugly.
I just told you I can't. My fingers are melting. I have discovered the high.
there was a trail of blood coming out of one of the bathroom stalls. thought of you
I put labels all over the house on things I think are mine. A cactus, the dog, and a bottle of wine.
Who just wakes up in their own bed and assumes "I probably blew some guy last night"
How do I tell her I need the lights out when I'm getting head because she and my mom share a perm color
Also, there's the possibility of falling 5 feet to your death to make it more exciting
In which case I will yell FIVE SECOND RULE and continue to slam you
He added me to his contacts as 'boot and rally'...have you ever been more proud to be related to me?
I can't wait to tell mom.
I stopped his blowjob to raise 3 fingers & whistle the hunger games tune to the people walking past the window
Ugh, I should just give up, and fuck him in a parking lot, and shave my head and walk naked through the streets of King's Landing.
I'm trying to fuck him and feed him. I don't understand why it isn't working.
There are regrets.. and there are RAGRETS
Just a couple of adults talking about cum shots at 8am on presidents day
Randomize
