I had a dream last night where you were a transsexual in a low cut blue dress with lovely long brown hair. You were very pretty. I hope you are well.
using no condom is gross. my vagina has a dress code.
you announced to the whole room that instead of shaving you were planning to start straightening and then braiding your pubes. awkward silence followed by everyone leaving.
I dinstinctly remember making out to "I believe I can fly" and waving my arms like a bird to the beat.
I guess the cop knew i was on a walk of shame and felt bad...i got to play with the siren the rest of the way home
He plays me like an instrument...he is the Carlos Santana of my vagina.
i just was bootyclappin in front of homeless men in a back alley
It took me fifteen minutes to go from puking on my doorstep infront of my old lady neighbor to legit presentable person able to care for children. Bronzing powder and I deserve an award.
not now. havin a heart to heart with drunk fred flinstone
haha it's ok, I asked people. I was like "I'm high and lost" and the dude just said "That's my life. Love it."
So the 25yr old smokeshow I fucked last night said "Prepare to be disappointed" as he put the condom on. I was. 40 is bullshit.
You wrapped yourself in tin-foil and told us you were Iron Man. I have pictures.
he was snoring so I have him a bj to wake him up and then told him he had to leave.
we live vicariously through your huge boobs
What are u up to today?
Marathon sex and eating.
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