I'm not a real person
I'm sorry, everyone knows that
morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
No offense but you kinda look like a Jack Johnson fan in that pic
i hope when i become a housewife i'm more of a gretchen and less of a vicky
he told me he wanted to get "words" tattooed on his penis so he could say hes always putting words in my mouth..
Ah, I knew it wouldn't be long before my boobs were introduced into the conversation.
I'm not gonna lie. having my legs shaved for me in the morning was a lovely surprise.
It wasn't random sex though, it was almost a relationship, built on lies and sex
I want to do something romantic. Like gargle champagne before I put your dick in my mouth.
Besides the flaccid incident, it was decent. Average sized. So this is my life now. Loneliness and lackluster sex.
I walked into a McDonalds at 8:30 am with a half-eaten apple and a solo cup. Never felt so judged.
It's gameday bitch. Man up.
That all sounds beautiful. All I have to offer is my shining personality, extensive amounts of space knowledge, and I hear I am pretty not sucky at sucking dick
You drink too much. You cuss too much. You have questionable morals. You're everything I've ever wanted in a friend.
Yes but I said "let's get a dog" not a drunk human so some rules will be established this evening
well, you know. whores of a feather.
Randomize
