Rub youre cunt and tell me you love me.
Your incorrect use of you're doesn't arouse me in the slightest.
I never doubt that you might be drinking at any moment.
He just asked me if I ever had the urge to put a zucchini in my ass.
We named our saturday intramural dodgeball team "we're hungover". Pretty much just an excuse to fuel my alcoholism on friday nights.
1. my parents still have sex. 2. being a screamer runs in the family. 3. so much so that i can tell what number of orgasms she's on. 4.so looks like i'm stuck outside a while
There are about 5 pictures of my dog taking a dump on my camera and 20 of Brandon taking one for "comparison" reasons.
Nothing like hearing a USA chant while getting head. God bless America.
ugh i can't even wear this perfume anymore. it just brings back blurry memories of blowjobs and regret.
Also got home. Still stoned. Mom was up. We made a pizza and were writing a children's book. Sleep good.
But mostly fuck him senseless. Render him speechless. Have him look at my vagina and wonder, "WHAT SORCERY IS THIS?!"
I need a genital shamwow being this wet.
We were making eye contact while i was throwing up.
I woke up with sticky red stuff all over my sheets, face, and chest. Apparently after I blacked out I thought eating ribs in bed was a good idea
before i could order beers she was on stage 69ing with a stripper
Dude, she stopped mid blow job to ask the cat's name. ADHD might be a deal breaker after all.
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