You really coming over, don't trick.
i feel rough
just turned on the light, there is blood EVERYWHERE.
He is drunk texting me begging me not to tell my mom. Pretty sure he is about to offer me sexual favors for keeping my mouth shut. I love being the boss's daughter.
Well, he sent me "techno kitty adventure" about 10 minutes ago. So, he could be anywhere.
There are bruises on the top of my foot. The pole won.
You kept showing the cop the bruises on the bottoms of your feet and claiming you were a medical mystery.
As I fucked him you stood outside my door screaming, "I'M NOT JUDGING YOU!" over and over.
I was judging you.
I'll just have to do enough fangirling for the both of us. Nipples engaged.
You were outside cuddling a rock singing Bohemian Rhapsody.
I have just been informed that my company has ray guns. I WORK FOR ACTUAL BOND VILLAINS. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
I flashed my cleaning lady and don't remember who I went on a date with. I know who I woke up with though, that counts right?
I don't think anything is more terrifying than the thought that you might shit your pants in front of your boss
When he was leaving this morning he said I'll text you later on and I replied with if you don't that's cool too.
My six-margarita-deep ass just used a blow torch to light the match that lit my bong pack. Peak single 🤦🏼♀️
You do realize last night you asked me if shampoo had an expiration date then cried for 15 mins when I told you it did
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