Dude sorry i couldnt seem to spell any words right in the texts i sent you last night
I felt like a fucking code breaker.
We shared that special kind of eye contact that can only be experienced when you know one party is saying "Oh god, I fucked him in the back seat when you were in the front, didn't I."
Hippo gnu deer
i'll just tell him I slept with them both because we needed to compare notes
If he's dead I'm so gonna get the blame. I have his passport, keys and his tooth in my purse.
I respect you for how well you shave your vagina. It isn't easy and my dick faces out, not in.
No. No. No. No one's allowed to fuck in the yurt.
He is so sweet! He thanks me for sending him dirty pix. I should keep him.
Toppless hop-scotch needs to become a competitive sport
I just cut open the plastic package of a Plan B pill using the bottle opener I carry in my purse. #whyidrink
Holy shit, I wanna ride him into the horizon.
New Serial podcast is out. We can listen to it tonight instead of having sex.
It's hard not to feel like a terrible person with bruises on your tits.
I was totally going to fuck him and then his friend walked in brushing his teeth, whipped down his pants and started doing the windmill. Ultimate cock block
I woke up with my winter coat on, next to a polaroid of me, her and a swan...so no I don't remember our conversation.
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