the beds are so narrow its like a jenga threesome
I wish you were here to vomit in your hand.
We should be called the Road Head Warriors
We had one of those mutual "I know your on a dating website, I won't tell if you won't" glances.
Drunk. Just jacked off for the third time in an hour. I love not being Catholic anymore.
Spent the last thirty minutes staring at the wall with Leah. It's definitly moving
you kind of just crawled on top of him. that was the point at which i became concerned with how drunk you were.
Drunk on Tuesday. Double fisting. Mmmbop is playing. Only girl in the group. Life is complete.
The liquor store was handing out free shots of some new expensive vodka, but they caught on the fourth time we came back in different outfits. Politics.
captain&coke to the library. STAT. this is an emergency. this is not a drill. I repeat: THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
we broke the bed, curtan rods, a dresser drawer, and unless I didn't notice it before, we put a hole in the wall. This is why he and I have to fuck in motels.
Aaaaaaaand dick pic. God bless america, and god bless tinder.
His name is Angel. I'm pretty sure he was sent from heaven solely to eat me out.
Just to clarify, i'm coming over for tacos not a threesome
"They won't do it. I'm in the middle of darkness. " and "Probably going to die. I've been walking for 50 minutes in one direction" are the last texts I got from Steve
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