He is such a slut. More and more my type.
even in my darkest moments, having another person eat my jizz would make me smile
I just got a ticket for the snow penis we made in our front yard.
Breaking personal boundaries is my trademark
Idk. The last coherent text said something about $25 & dimes. And then...it's just letters...
I'm curious as to what my outfit choices drunk me made for this weekend.
You gave him that scrunchie you made and called it your "sex offering".
BTW car sex works all the muscle groups. Just sayin. Legs/butt are sore as are arms, back and core.
Now we're discussing the sex we had and the later lack thereof. It's like marriage counseling via snapchat.
So I may have to sleep with a cougar to get a slightly used, yet free microwave. I'm going in
He's pretending to be my boyfriend so that my family won't bother us when we sneak off to smoke weed
SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO BLAST VANESSA CARLTON IN YOUR CAR AT MIDNIGHT TO FEEL AGAIN. IDK.
You didnt text me.. I'm on your street with golf clubs
You chose shitty college football over this pussy and my cute little mouth. That's your fault.
I didn't have any lime for my chaser.. so after my shot I ate a handful of lime flavored chips. Didn't work so great.
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