he met me at the airport with a welcome home sign with a grilled cheese, PBR and a blow job on it. i missed america.
and do you remember when you were dressing me if i had money in my bra?
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
I woke him up this morning and said I have a meeting w my advisor in an hour you need to wake up, cum on my face, and take me to my car.
I lost my grandmas ring. Probably during the handjob.
I dont know what we smoked last night but I woke up and found out I started writing a book called White Trash Princess. Its the best thing Ive ever read
Ok. Here's the plan. Take your hand (whichever is closest), summon all your nerve, and just stick it right down his pants.
I love you.
I think I'm the only sober person in the whole bar. If you count drinking less than 10 tequilas sober.
Just participated in the saddest thing: Cheetos. Handjob. I have lost at life
It's sad that I'm more proud of my Twitter account then my resume
So this morning everyone commended me for puking over the porch. No one else made it that far...
i think she learned that just cuz half shots were easier, doesnt mean she can have triple as many.
My eye was non-stop itchy for like an hour... I thought burying my face in your ass caught up with me
Remember that pair of super cute shorts I pooped in? I miss those 😔
Are these your boobs on my camera?
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