Please tell me I didn't pass out while we were having sex last night... and if so I am sooooo sorry.
It was so romantic--he turned me around to face the sunset during doggy-style over the couch back.
Mars, I'm going to name my child horatio mars. He will hate me till he gets high. Then he'll understand
Hungover. Be in at noonish. Turn my monitor on and put a hot cup of coffee on my desk so the boss thinks I'm in
I can't wait to get all this Makers out of my shoe.
she had no gag reflex. and is an abercrombie model. i love college.
I'm taking her home. She just told a 90 yo woman in a packers hat to "suck her cock".
He wanted to take a picture with our pizza to show his mom that I was pretty but more importantly that he practices in "sober" activities
Nothing like a marijuana chart of usage in each country to make me understand math.
I feel like death crawled up inside me and died. That sick
I've been asked to reupholster their slam-couch so I found some off-cuts of medical-grade, hermetically sealed fabric. She'll be slammed upon for generations to come.
Lol what? Monday night impromptu acid drop was the alternative.
Now it's a thing. He's kind of a creeper and now he's lotioning me. This is going to turn into a Buffalo Bull situation.
So adding to the list of things my boobs can do, sweeping with a broom is apparently a thing.
It was only a blow job in his car. It's the same as giving a friend a back rub.
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