I feel like I'm in dance class right now
U dropped me off n it hit me, i made it inside for exactly shit thirty on the nose, another minute n i would of had brown trowsers
You kept yelling that her vagina looked like a hatchet wound.
he was fingering me, then looked down and said "i like your socks"
No way. Our relationship is based solely on texting and sex. A phone call would be too much at this point.
You can come over, sure. But I'll be watching college hockey during the blow job.
I have no idea what's going on.... I just want to wear my horse sweatshirt and drink vodka.
I will seriously deflate and melt into the floor into a puddle of devestation, shame and vodka.
Who would've thought that Monopoly night would've ended with some girl peeing on the couch.
Our first kiss happened while shot gunning a hit from a gravity bong. Its that type of relationship.
I'm sorry if you weren't drunk enough to be peer pressured into the naked dancing/group make out that transpired last night
i want to shrink myself down to penis size, climb inside of her pussy and just live there for a few months.
We got kicked out of yet another strip club because your mom wanted to "show these kiddies how it's done"
He has no idea I'm scrolling through Instagram while he's going down on me. I'm so bored.
A piece of your chipped nail polish just fell out of my crotch.
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