That ginger could cleveland steamer me and it would still be the best day of my life
a man that wears gold spandex underwear and party boys other people is a man after my own heart.
this is two weekends in a row I've been the pantsless girl at the party. I love my social life.
She asked the class if starwars was based on a true story...
For future reference, even the most well-intentioned game of whiskey pong is a terrible idea.
I no longer see him as a simple set of male genitalia attached to a very sexy body. The title "trophy fuck" seems wrong. Damn.
I think they were making kool-aid in my bed. There is lots of sugar and my hands and face are stained blue.
He always takes me to get taco bell after we hook up in his car. It's sort of become a booty call tradition.
Eight drinks in. Subject is fondling chips before eating them. Intoxicated texting has expanded from best friend to random guy I met in FBLA.
And we had three hours of crazy sex then his roommate ate pizza off me while I was sleeping.
It was like, once I started flashing you, I couldn't stop.
My dad is blowing up my phone with pictures from the midget wrestling match.
You have to commit to sexting. You can't just quit right after I send you pictures of my asshole.
Seriously, come on.
I feel like there's a picture of my ass on the internet right now.
I hate you.
I fuckin love you!
I would reciprocate the feeling if i knew who this was.
So i dislocated my knee but still went home and fucked his brains out. Nothing gets in the way of my sex life. NOTHING.
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