Just saw a guy at the gas station legitimately dressed in exactly what my costume was last night. Fuck his life.
she told me that she was curious about how cum tasted. of course i left you.
After we had sex he bought me grape soda. I think I'll keep him.
Judging by the crutches in the living room I take it you two are fine and we aren't going out tonight?
He's coming over for beer and a movie, but I just don't know if he's interested.
Pathetic and sad. I should come over there and fuck both of you just to get the ball rolling.
you are going to have to live with the consequences, i'm going to fuck your sister
I'll be there in a few.
I'M COUNTING TO FEW.
I live vicariously through you. No one mistakes me for a hooker anymore. I look like a stay at home mom of three. On bad days of four.
Sure. But we have to be quiet.
Ninja mode activated
Cleaning my room at 2am, in just one corner I found six beers, half a pint of whiskey, my flask, 2 shotgun bullets, my crown and shimmer lotion.
The plane down was full of newly weds and I counted 5 pairs of mile high club members. Actually, one might have been a group membership discount.
After we had sex he told me it was a "goodbye gift". We haven't talked since.
Apparently she "missed me" and the only logical solution was to fuck my brother.
I just masterbated to the home shopping channel...what have I become...
You wouldn't eat with utensils. You insisted on making your own spoon out of a bendy straw and staples while singing "I'm a survivor" by Destiny's Child.
Randomize
