I want to stick my p in your. b.
he gave me an orgasm. multiple times. the weird stuff he did in middle school is now irrelevant.
Her father's a cardiologist, her mom's a lawyer...she just went from a 5 to a 10 real quick.
She called herself a train and then took off all her clothing. I forget everything after that.
I saw you two flinging Jello at the sidewalk if that helps jog your memory.
She said she wanted to have closure sex.
I love that the power of margaritas brought us back together.
I can hear her moaning. I'm on some random guy's counter. He wanted me to cuddle but I said I didn't know how.
I feel like I need to get a restraining order against him but I'd probably be the one to break it.
Her vagina smelled like pancake batter. That's all you need to know.
I still smell like men's body wash from that drunken shower I took at that stranger's home last night.
My stripper pole led lights flash with the sound so it's awsome with music
when my phone is in portrait view you can just assume i've been watching porn. that's the only thing i want to see in full view.
Is it bad that I have more guilt over drunk eating Doritos than hooking up with my ex's best friend last night?
I miss my teeeeeeeeth. They're in a bag in my hand.
Wtf is this place? I don't see any alcohol and I feel like we were supposed to bring our own strippers.
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