i must have dtf stamped on my forehead
We smoked a joint and talked about his parent's divorce. It was like being fifteen all over again.
i finally found my car by the hideout. it was parked in an employee only parking space with a torn up piece of paper in the back window with the word employee scribbled on it.
there are way too many $1s in my wallet for last night to have been 'tame'
He walked into the party with a case on one shoulder and a boom box on the other of course I fucked him
He told me something must be wrong, because no one had seen my boobs yet
No, I'm in the bathroom trying to scrub off the 16 tally marks on my wrist so its not so obviously to the world that I puked on a couch last night.
he was cradling you in his arms feeding you rum straight from the bottle and you kept sucking his fingers.
Is buying her a loofah for my house commitment like? I don't wanna give the wrong idea
She's wearing her dead grandmother's pearl on the married finger so no guys "bother her" tonight... I am not THAT committed to Girl's Night.
Is there a reason there's a dick print on my seventh-story window?
At this point i guess a traditional, non-life-threatening pity fuck is too much to ask for
I just feel like I'm worth a little bit more than your recycled nudes...
I definitely fucked a Trump supporter last night but I wouldn't let him fully admit it because then I would've had to leave and his cock and abs were too perfect
you were acting out moves from the wwe, in a dress. then you sceamed "you can't see me" and ran out of the apt.
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