I hate to tell you this, but your sister reeks of whore.
I just fucked a rockette. This would have been amazing a week ago.
Disregard any previous text from the past 12 hours. Except for the one about scoring a strike while drunk bowling. Remember that one.
I'm proud of our boobs and what they could potentially achieve in life.
I don't remember. I remember laying in the trunk of a car. For hours.
If this week is any indication of my life here I've got to get out ASAP. My liver can't hack it.
But he found my shoe...that at least deserves a handjob.
Apparently he crashed because 3 different girls were trying to give him road head at the same time.
dude throwing a golf cart off a pier is harder than it seems!
Do exhausted, barely concealed hand jobs count as joining the mile high club?
I'm just now realizing I've slept with guys from three different decades over the past year. That's gotta be some sort of record.
This is not a test of the emergency warning system. He has broken my vagina. I repeat he has broken my vagina. Damn it was good.
I’m traumatised. Bring vodka and condoms.
you don't need to worry about using proper grammar if you're asking for the size of his dick.
True life: I inadvertently fucked a whole friend group. More details to come tonight.
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