Your mouth is God's brothel.
Disregard any previous text from the past 12 hours. Except for the one about scoring a strike while drunk bowling. Remember that one.
She said she didn't want me watching her give me a bj, so she proceeded to make a "blowjob igloo" out of blankets...
He fucked volume into my hair. It was amazing.
I was scoping hash out of our weed jar with a spoon and I realized we need to buy actual utensils. This plastic shit is killing me I've broke 3 spoons
I feel like I need to get rid of the black eyeliner, glitter, and tequila breath before I to that world poverty conference..
we are torturing ourselves with these mediocre cocks
scarred for life. way too high and witnessed some chick give a dude head on the dance floor
Do you think you're physically and mentally capable of killing me? Because I'd really appreciate it.
And if you ever tell anyone that I have emotions ill kill you
So we stayed at his mom's and all got drunk and he and I hooked up in his old bedroom. Then his drunk mom came in and tackled us when we were still naked. Why does this keep happening to me?
The amount of effort it's taking me to not shit my pants this morning is probably a sign to slow down the drinking
my one night stand just gave me money "to buy a better vibrator" tis the season
Came out of blackout state to the curtains torn down & the headboard laid on top of him. & yes he was still breathing
i came so much i feel like i were to try again, only dust would come out. and maybe glitter
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