We did like every position then did it again this morning. Something about him being the little boy i used to make sand castles with just made it way hotter.
well done
Her boobs were tiny. I could have used her bra as a blind fold. Which in hindsight would have made things a lot better.
The freshman came home at 9 this morning with one heel, no pants, and a strangers sweatshirt covered in tequila-scented vomit. I think we're done corrupting her for a while.
Woke up naked on my floor covered in cookies. We should celebrate fake hurricanes every weekend.
Your beautifulness. Funnyness. Sexy hairness. Coolness. Plus you ask google how far wendys is from your house. Will you marry me
Woke up with his dick on the side of my face, it's like he passed out mid-mushroom stamp.
You need an intervention. You fell into traffic walking home.
Not really. Birthday weekend. Totally jusifiable. Besides I didn't get hit. No harm no foul.
Any clothing i put on is too many clothes.
No but I was fuckin done when I realized my acrylic nail caught fire when I was hitting the bong.
Also, I cannot stop picturing myself in a bar, 3 years from now ordering soda. Just soda. 30 pounds over weight and wearing a cat sweater. I feel like I'm heading in the wrong direction in life.
I just wish he'd leave so I can vomit in peace.
Then you're three pancakes deep in regret.
I just asked him what would happen if my boobs fought crime. I think I'm cut off.
Well, personally I like to keep my blackmail in well organised folders.
HAVE BEEN SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN ACCENT FOR 5 HOURS
SHIRT GONE
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