idk why but i just wanna to have sex with the idea of him. i don't even wanna meet him.
The brown eye won't let me do that either.
he just booty called me in advance instead of waiting til 3 am when hes trashed. i think thats really considerate and gentlemanlike.
Oh my god. I think I just sexted my mom...
What?!
Fwd: Ride me, you sleek sleek woman!!!
We're exchanging pot brownie recipes in my substance abuse class. This is going to be an awesome 7 weeks.
I can't get away from Pickles they're either stuck in me, in my mouth, or I'm stuck in one. fuck my whole entire life.
Just look for the house with the beer knights.
Nothing like running into your favorite bartender in the middle of the afternoon while stone cold sober and being told your grabbed his penis the last time you were at his bar. My bad.
I thought that wasn't a thing ever since she showed you her vag on the dance floor
Am I over stepping my bounds if I ask to fuck in your new bathroom?
It has heated floors
I love that there are toys on the counter. Coffee, tea, wine bottles, gag ball, and handcuffs.
My kitchen gets me.
All boys are excommunicated from my vagina until further notice.
I know right? It's like he knows how to pleasure me better than I do myself... He's like a prophet of sex
I almost wrecked my car because of a guy in skinny jeans had a boner
I miss your drunken presence, and strong odor of hard liquor and potent weed.
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