fighting downstairs. join me tonight to hear their makeup sex. also, let's make skittles vodka.
dude they were twins that means they were both only 17
I would describe it as pure and unadulterated shock, mixed with horror and a touch of nausea.
My summer fucks are coming back to haunt me with a vengeance.
I don't want to talk. I just want to motorboat those tits
then he tried to tell me how many times he had seen Scott's dick. his estimate was about 180 times. he thought I didn't understand.
Whatever she smells like compost and feathers.
I believe they call that patchouli.
I'm really high and I'm watching this show where Gordon Ramsay goes to other people's restaurants and just yells at them about things.
Its perfect, I supply the pot she makes the brownies. I love the culinary dept.
Oh I'm definitely going to hit on her, there's no question about that. What I meant by playing it cool is I'm not going to mount her on sight.
SCOTCH AND CIGARS AT THE TITTY BAR. YOU ARE COMING WITH US.
He asked the waiter, at 6:40 am, drunk, if they served alcohol. After he said no, he's like 'well, I guess we can eat then.'
everytime he speaks i want to fuck him less. i just wanna tell him to shut up and take his pants off and we could both be happy.
I'm noticing I drink less and do fewer lines when I do both together.
Now that's what I call smart money management.
It's to the point where if a guy can so much as find my clit, I'll consider him amazing in bed
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