This whole foot fetish thing is getting out of control. He would rather hold my feet than me after we fuck.
So basically our separate showers turned into one shower, to save water, which turned into a bath, which turned into sex on the bed, which turned into drinking beer in the bed, and thats what the stain is from... bud light. sorry.
please dont make me drink to the titanic soundtrack
Currently coming up with judgment, the game. Works well on buses, will probably be more entertaining in bars.
Ive made peace with the fact that i will accomplish nothing except liver damage today
we started the countdown to drunken sledding this weekend.
It was fun, but I mean, any day that starts with shower tequila is bound to be good.
So basically, I've just woken up in another random bed and I go to get my pants and he's wearing them. Like my underwear is in them... What the fuck is wrong with my life?
We bonded over blowjobs and stories of our childhoods. It was beautiful.
It's pretty fantastic. I just wanna know how your bra ended up in the aquarium the other night.
Whatever you didn't send me pics of you topless making bacon�
Like if it it's practical for your sexual health I'm allergic to it AKA REGULAR CONDOMS
I feel like my foot is being amputated. Or maybe it's the vodka. I couldn't tell you.
Our sex is like an episode of "The Simpsons." Picture Homer choking Bart, and that's pretty much what we're into.
I'm pretty sure she tried to draw a self portrait out of her vomit. Then you tried to help, but passed out in the vomit.
Randomize
