That was a long time ago. She needed the money.
he poured tabasco sauce in my vag.. I'm still having a hard time going to the bathroom.
How can it be called memorial day weekend....I don't even remember this weekend
he kept whispering yes yes yes yes the entire 15 minutes. i almost wish it was a quickie.
he told me he expects me to keep the fangs on when i go down on him. presumptuous, yes, but man after my own heart.
I asked you how much you drank and you replied with "I don't know what kind of toothpaste I use."
It was a cry at the bar alone type of night, served with a side of passing out facedown in my nachos.
Ok fine. Wild. Free. Like a stallion set free in a beautiful meadow filled with flowers and sexy lady horses
You know it was a good weekend when; you leave a bi-lingual letter of apology on top of a stack of cash for hotel housekeeping.
you know i have almost 1500 fb friends but not ONE drunk booty call?
Next think I knew I was pretty much using his penis as a microphone... No more playing Eminem during hookups
When are your genitals available?
I was told today that I'm the ugliest bartender in the area, so, I guess I have that going for me.
I’m literally lecturing this class on professionalism, while my body is undoubtably covered in leftover cum from last night. I’m a fucking role model.
Double high-fived his wife and her sister on the way out. If I'm not the best mistress ever tell me how.
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