You picked the wrong day to call in sick. She's wearing the librarian glasses today.
That adds atleast one bjs worth of awkward sexual tension between us.
tan lines, throwing up everclear on the beach, doing lifeguards, tequila...summer.
Fastest blow job ever. Though it was probably a good thing since we were in front of my house.
Just paid my credit card bill at the bar. This phone makes it so I never have to leave
I don't care how hot he got, I can't get past the PTSD flashbacks of the first time he fingered me
My mom slipped a condom in my pocket along with a sticky note that said "be safe sweetie."
in the middle of fucking he asked me if i had gotten a haircut because he noticed i didnt have split ends anymore. i dont know what to think
He crawled outside into the bushes to throw up. He's just laying there now but he says he'll be ready to come home if we just give him five
What are your plans?
Get picked up. Convince you to leave work. Smoke. Drink. Fly helicopters.
He'd rather cuddle with his shitty little miniature dog than the half naked girl in his bed. I've lost all hope for him and my vagina
well if they don't get here soon...no fuck it, I'm going to the strip club.
*tries to be fun and flirty* *literally gets peed on*
Vagina status: the swelling is going down.
No one can touch me, I'm made of fruit.
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