I'm sorry for the crack den comment. You have a lovely apartment.
He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
I don't hate you. My dick is upset with you, but I don't hate you.
He looks like the kind of guy that would jack off to weird things.
whatever buzz i had immediately ended when i saw her run through a sliding glass door
I remember nothing of last night, but I did manage to figure out which frats I went to by the trails of straw across campus.
It's like if a cloud had tits and you laid on them.
Tried to figure out where I was without opening my eyes this morning for like twenty minutes. Not even close. Not even the right state.
I went in to wake you up this morning and you had a condom draped across your throat like a necklace. There were no boys in the house last night, what were you doing?
Some girl took her panties off, soaked them in vodka and wrung them out into a line of guys' mouths! Awesome!
No, NOT awesome. Where the fuck do you go drinking!?!
Dinner at my parents is vodka, lemonade, cheese ad crackers. Why would I leave?
What's sexier than showing up smelling like fast food cigarettes with a jar of moonshine in your hand
I'm studying. And by studying I mean I am laying on my floor drinking boones farm alone. Last two weeks. Fuck it.
I feel like I hate him but his dick too bomb to hate completely
the night literally screamed "cock and ball torture"
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