They keep asking what you are doing. I told them to quit calling her "what."
All my problems are solved. I just got McDonalds and scratch off lottery tickets.
Had to make a piece of abstract art. Your dick is in it
Ps. The strap-on in the pic i sent you last night was not mine. Just wanted to clear that up.
I want to get my vag crammed with complete loss of every bit of dignity I have left by this man from every angle on every flat surface that exists. That is all.
No hurry on coming over. My body currently wants everything on the inside to be on the outside. But really. Don't hurry.
you are not my drinking buddy, you are my drinking enemy.
he told me he could still feel the blowjob i gave him last year
wow. THAT good huh
also dude totally apologize for the whole drunken "want something in my mouth" text
That's it. I'm moving to LA & sitting on his face.
Being home for break is weird, just had a full convo with my dad about what I wanted for dinner, while a dildo was on top of me under my comforter
well, unfortunately the rug burn lasted longer than the actual relationship
I'm sorry I couldn't bail you out, apparenty they dont take credit cards over the phone. Did you at least make any friends in jail?
can you tell me why i woke up in a diaper and combat boots?
My parents are being so annoying about my colon.
Randomize
