if you come down to my room ill tell you a secret
How do you wash franks red hot sauce, whip cream, grapejuice and shame out of silk?
I would just throw it away. You cant just wash out shame, it has to soak for like a month.
his cum shot went directly into his bellybutton. felt like i was playin ski ball
I knew she could be a good mother by the way she craddled three 40oz's.
maddie and i have invented a community puke bowl. explanation later
At what point did we agree that playing bocchi ball on the way to the liquor store was a good idea?
I fatbooth all their pics then decide which one is the cutest even if they gained like 400 lbs and then proceed to fuck him.
Just ate a whole pizza by myself. Wearing my indian headdress again. its really cool with the french braids. I look like fucking pocahontas or some shit.
I should have known our good time had gone to shit when his ankle bracelet started flashing.
My phone now knows what I type and it prompts me with frequently used words. And anytime I use "and" and hit the space key two of the words are "unicorn" and "sausage"
I'm eating a piece of cake like an apple. At least my thought process is healthy.
Seriously. My vagina. Can we talk about it? It's gonna jump off this treadmill and devour my trainer.
He facetimed with his son when he was still inside of me. If that's not a dedicated dad I don't know what is
The orgasm I got from him made me feel almost as good as I imagine the girls in the tampon commercials feel.
Such a shame we didn't work out. We would've been a power couple producing NFL linemen :/
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