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I want to have the type of girlfriend where I’ll go to work and come home to find a bunch of pictures of her on my photo booth

My goal in life is to take pictures of a cute girl in dresses then eat her out after

I Don’t Even Know #3

She was sitting on a small brick wall that was a few feet from my house. I was kneeled down infront of her. She was wearing bright yellow shorts and one of my t-shirts. I look down at her thighs to see it covered with scars. Both of them drenched with faded scars from her past. My hands are on the side of her thighs. I can feel her eyes watching me as I stare. She starts to tense up a little. I lean down and kiss each of her thighs. Surprisingly, she doesn’t stop me or push me away. I first kiss her right thigh, then her left. I caress her thighs lightly with my thumbs. I then look at her. Her eyes were fixated onto me. A sudden noise from near by doesn’t take her attention away from me. I bring up one of my hands to the side of her face, caressing her cheek with my thumb. I then leaned in and our lips finally meet for the very first time. 

  • Parents: What do you want to eat for dinner?
  • Me: A cute girl's cum

I just realized that girls who smoke weed and can roll blunts is such a turn on for me.

"We shouldn’t kiss. We have different views on what that is."

WAN; April 2, 2014

"When she would invite me to smoke with her, I could care less about what we’re doing. I just wanted to be with her."

LTN; March 21, 2014

"She’s my inspiration even when she’s the reason why I can’t breathe."

(Source: natashiyaa)

Haven’t talked to Mike in a few weeks and the first thing he asks is, “How’s your girl?”
No. Just no. Don’t call her my girl. She’ll never be mine. And second, she’s too painful to talk about, ever again.