Your dad touched me again.
taking shots each time the weatherman says Dont go out in this blizzard
there's chicken and sequins in our bathroom sink. part of me almost wants to know what happened
curled up in a ball on my bed listening to my "cuddle with a boy" playlist. prettty high.
just weighed my balls on my pocket scale. that high.
she's a gynecology student. i don't know if my dick's ready for that kind of pressure.
Reason 37 booty call break ups suck: I literally could not find his house in the daytime.
While running home from the bar in high heels I multi- tasked and sexted with Brent. Jesus.
I'm not leaving my family to go to a strip club on good friday.
While I was sneeking out of her apartment, there was a giant cage with a parrot in it. I half expected it to squak "hit and run...hit and run."
I need a genital shamwow being this wet.
Of course he's seen my tits, I wave those things around like a trump supporter does an American flag
so... i have a picture of you and three other girls making kissy faces at this giant stuffed banana you're holding. however, you seem to be violently screaming at it.
Those bitches did NOT have my back.
I asked him if we could have sex sometime and he sent me a three page long text about his feelings for me. that's the only possible situation I've ever run into where a "k" response would have been more appropriate.
I've seen your dick too many times for both of us to be straight.
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