love how google fills in search terms for you, today for example, i ran a query for "why do girls get t"
and google finished it w/ "ramp stamps."
I felt less weird knowing others had searched this before me.
He wrote my name on his dick, took a picture and then said "this has your name written all over it!"
i really appreciated the lovely drunk rendition of whitney houstan's "i wanna dance with somebody" you left on my voicemail.
He yelled out my full name in bed...I felt like I was being scolded.
She said my dick tasted like a junior mint. Ive decided im using this soap the rest of my life
I woke up naked dangling by my feet from the balcony over his foyer. He's officially my new favorite booty call.
Hurricane my ass. I'm riding a god damn kayak down the flooded highway if it's the last god damn thing I do, god damnit.
I cant believe they held hands while getting simultaneous bjs
This is love.
Which part? The alcoholic cupcakes or the lesbian st paddys day party?
You may see me wearing your shirt to class. It's because I still have the spins and I'm anticipating throwing up on it. Asshole.
I can't stop drooling did you spike my drink?
Just threw up in the trash can at my desk. I guess "beating the hangover" eventually leads to this.
He yanked my breathe right strip off in the middle of me riding him.
Is it bad when I wake up sore & don't know if my injuries are from sex or the mechanical bull at the bar?
Let's get this straight. I am six fucking feet tall. Do you even understand how limited my options in guys to date are? No. Did you see my last three boyfriends? I looked like a fucking giant next to them. So I will fuck this six-foot-seven Italian model even if I am the ugliest girl at this party because, goddammit, I deserve to.
Randomize
