It was like a Michael Bay sized explosion located in my pussy.
If I was doing exactly what I wanted right now I would be getting fucked on a jet ski while listening to "When Love Takes Over" by Kelly Rowland while eating french fries.
I have one brief flash of having his dick in my hand. that's all I remember.
I am scared. I picture you doing a keg stand on a sinking ship with hula girls cheering you on. Please text me when you get back to shore...or now would be good
I tried douching with a turkey baster. Not the brightest idea.
6 other girls and I took an ice cream truck to the bar when we couldn't get a cab. Best birthday ever.
well he is only 50 percent black.. but after last night i am 100 percent not going back
But i don't feel like talking to him right now. I woke up an hour ago to a picture of his penis and I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON.
Everything tastes like hotdogs and shame.
There's puke on my pillow. I'm still wearing my wedges. And I have a cab drivers number clutched in my fist.
This is the third time that ive slept with him. He bought me more milk. I can feel the romance growing.
i was drunk enough to give the cab driver my number when he said "you talk like you like guys"
before i could order beers she was on stage 69ing with a stripper
I’ve gone two rounds already this morning and I’m ready for a third. The moon is in the house of sluticus hornius.
Forget work, lets run away, rob banks, and have kinky sex with fuzzy handcuffs.
IT'S LIKE YOU READ MY MIND.
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