I have one brief flash of having his dick in my hand. that's all I remember.
He made a note in his iPhone tonight so that he would remember that I rejected him.
It was one of those "since we're naked anyway" type situations
I made an oral joke and he laughed... That's when I realized I wasn't Daddy's Little Girl anymore.
I just hotboxed my laundry basket.
We stuck the straw in the bourbon as a joke, you saw it as a challenge.
I swear if she asks me for a baby one more time I'm gonna sleep with one of her friends
$100 bras are my way of telling my boobs that I love and appreciate them, and all the metaphorical doors they have opened for me.
Btw...I puked in my hand last night and threw it on the floor. Don't let me do tequila ever again.
I'm just learned what a rim job is, I feel like crying
His name was Kyle but I insisted on calling him baby Jesus all night and then we did a line and he bought me Taco Bell so idk
I just got a free round of shots. Don't you DARE fuckin tell me that A-cup boobs can't get you good things.
I told him I'd ride his broomstick if he let me call him Harry Potter and drew a lightning bolt on his forehead.
dude, she has my telletubby sweats and my good sweatshirt hostage, I can't risk their safety with a breakup
I'm pretty sure he sprained my clit...
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