PS- did you die? If you did just text "dead" to me, so that I know.
capt morgan doesn't hurt if you honestly believe it's golden flavored kool-aid.
Lady came into work yesterday. Full on stache and beard. I've never concentrated on making eye contact harder in my life.
Don't remember much from last night, but I recall slipping you the tounge. For that I apologize
I just spewed blue gatorade in the shower. It looked like the ocean.
the fact that we had sex in the dining hall makes it seem so much more like home.
Okay! I've got my sketchbook, my purse, my coat, and a knife hidden in my cleavage. I'm ready for to meet my blind date~
I'm glad I booty called you last night. It was nice to see you and talk, in between all the sex...
I literally put my pussy on his sideburns, it was awkward
There's a lil minaj in everyone
I'm just a little drunk right now and I have to work at 3
Omg sara
I ran out of milk and it's hot and I was thirsty
We call it "Dishes: Hard Mode". Basically whoever is doing dishes gets head but needs to finish the dishes before they cum.
And so far nothing been broken!
dude i'm so hungover my hair hurts
long story short, the bouquet was used as a sacrificial torch
we've dated a week and made out twice. he is taking it slow. but his body is stupid sexy. just want him to stop respecting me and fuck me like a gutter slut. respect me later im not getting younger.
If it were up to me his wife would never get his penis again, but I guess they have some sort of arrangement
Yes, an arrangement called marriage
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