I am in a vortex of obligation.
I woke up this morning under my fitted sheet and my legs through the sleeves of my sweater.
He literally didn't stop until I lost count of how many times he made me orgasm. It took three hours.
its great to know that you distinguish your relationships on whether you can cum on someone's face
you said you couldnt let go of the fence because your hand was molding to it.
the ceiling is raining jello shotss
You're not invited to the wedding. They don't want you starting a "who's fucked the bride the most" contest.
it was like, one of those nights where you keep going back to the fridge because you just can't get full. except, with sex.
She was the shot vending machine at the party. But free.
He made me eat donuts off his dick. donuts, jen. DONUTS.
Why is there a video on my phone of us trying to snort a line of Reeces Pieces with you chanting "This is how fat girls party"?
You kept asking her which dick pills worked the best. She's a grandmother.
I'm bored enough im considering taking up his offer to turn me straight just to kill time until the lasagna is out of the oven
all I know is this drummer better stop eye fucking me while he plays cowbell. it is way too early for that.
I feel like I have the I just lost my virginity face and everyone at the grocery store knows it.
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