When I woke up his cat was sleeping on my face and i had scratch marks on my neck. not happy.
only room for one pussy in that bed.
You flung your panties at that guy you liked with an accuracy that I have never seen before.
Instead of having sex, we spent the entire night making pillow forts and have sword fights. I think I'm in love
Ed hardy makes air fresheners now. Now even the air can be a douchebag.
She came back in her actual cheerleader uniform. Made a bad bj tolerable.
sudden memory flashback: you and i having sex on the bed, erin sitting naked in your desk chair drinking whiskey straight from the bottle while harassing you for your computer password to play some "mood music." high five. go us.
Either I'm still drunk or the right side of the bed is now the left side.
It's almost like a boob-text, but it's not. Because it was live. And you were showing a bunch of people.
She dresses cool and she's mean. And she has fake boobs I feel like I can relate to her on so many levels.
Remember that girl that we found passed out in the dorm study room under a pile of money and jimmy johns wrappers? She's standing right on front of me.
I feel I must have sex with him first to fully decide where my vagina belongs.
Lol no. She's home safe. You forget she is too pretty to get arrested.
His dick is as big as my 7" heels... Awkwardness is forgotten.
Yeah because the only thing stopping you from fucking Emma Watson is you not being a Gryffindor
Man I can't believe I took a huge dump in a public garden
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