So, we're in the car ready to fuck and she asks about my ex. I wave at my lap and say, "bye". She asks what I'm doing. I say, "waving goodbye to my erection"
Don't know whats worst me sharding on her a bit or her believing me when i told her she did it...
He googled "how long will i be drunk" and just started crying
No mixer. Vodka in yogurt?
Wow that was a lesbian tornado.
i think my love is proven by the fact that i still want to have sex with you after this conversation
It's home.......I'm going to the store in disguise to get skittles and cake frosting. Then I'll eat the frosting in a dark corner while I cry and wonder what I did to deserve this.
I just sprawled out on my bedroom floor and cried while shoveling chocolate into my mouth.. I should not have Bacardi at home
They were loudly fucking last night and there was way too much conversation involved. It wasn't even dirty talk, it was more like "your doing it wrong" talk
I had so much stripper lotion and body glitter on my glasses I had a hard time driving home.
All I know is I drank too much, danced too little.. yet somehow woke up on the floor in the arms of some cowboy.
I've made a single handle of rum last like three weeks and my mom hasn't even acknowledged it.
I'm eating ice cream out of my purse
dude. I can hear the air.
After he came, he took a two minute power nap and then fucked me for another 45 minutes. He is a machine!
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