You're not pinnochio. Lying isn't going to make it bigger.
I just dropped macaroni right down my cleavage. For the sake of our future, I'm really banking on this being a turn on for you.
Apprently after I bit that bouncer, it all went down hill.
I'm serious. My alarm label is "BAR TABS" as motivation for me to wake up in the morning and go to work.
I now have a GPA requirement for guys I hookup with more than once.
I see your walk of shame and raise you a day in jail wearing a girls old workout clothes.
Also topless tea is a thing that happens in our apartment. Ready yourself.
Rome wasn't built in a day - my bedroom skills weren't obtained in some boring monogamous relationship. Same thing. Right?
At least I know that however bad my life gets and how low I can feel I'll never feel shitting in a red robin parking lot low
I'm going to become fluent in fucking Belgian boys
I love her so much I can forgive her for wearing crocs
I masterbated to his instagram page. Too far or....?
There is sex in the air. Be careful where you walk.
I dont know which is weirder.. the fact that i just watched our mom kick ass at beer pong and ride the pole like a true fire girl or the fact that ive never felt closer to her in my life.
You know he wants it bad when he starts going door to door for condoms.
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