I woke up this morning to 4 booty call texts. So i am trying to find the sign that says i like to sit on cocks so that i can take it off.
trust me, i wonder where that sign is on a daily basis.
It's an acquired taste. Like keystone. Or caviar.
fter the third song from an iPod commercial played I realized how much that frat sucked.
My life is a requiem composed in the key of fuck.
I had to rush to my room and get my vibrator off my bed i didn't want him to know how long it's been since I had a decent fuck.
that wasn't rum that I poured down your throat while you were sleeping
My hair is short now so it will be easier to give you alot more blow jobs
I'm going to take this text and frame it on my mantle
I dreamt of sea otters and your boobs. My two favorite things.
You know what's fun. When your getting a new mattress and you forget you put your vibrator under your old mattress and the moving guy finds it
Sorry brah. Drastic times called for drastic measures and I had to go home and bang a cougar.
Well if she's the kinda girl that doesn't want you after seeing a pic of your balls squeezed together, she's not the girl for you.
i just want a position where we can lock up like some sort of sexual megatron and go the whole night that way
Hey, taking organic chemistry means no one is allowed to tell you you're partying too hard.
I mean I faked it but he could answer my texts
There's a bull to ride and dancing on the bar is encouraged. This is my heaven. And this is why god made leopard tube tops.
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