by awesomekay123 November 8, 2019
Get the November 8mug. by saywhatnowokay February 8, 2022
Get the February 8mug. A annoying equation that no one will actually use and that is useless, and teachers give it to you so they can bore you to death and still get paid
Me:I really don't think we need to do 72÷8·(8−12÷2) it won't help us at all.
Teacher: Shut up!!! I am trying to bore you to death
Teacher: Shut up!!! I am trying to bore you to death
by Random perosn February 24, 2019
Get the 72÷8·(8−12÷2)mug. The coolest people you will ever meet in your life time....They are loyal and loving until the beer is gone....When you meet them you will want to be them...There are no people on earth cooler than the NEVADA 8....
by The bitch of 1 December 13, 2009
Get the the Nevada 8mug. Don't do it bro!!! When u talk to a fat retard for 8 months u can't expect it to go well. There will be a lot of compulsive fretting involved. Your life will never be the same. This non sigma will make you want to crash out everyday. Avoid starbucks coffee at all costs.
by Dr. Fretman December 7, 2024
Get the The big 8mug. She took his hand, eyes burning with need, and guided him slowly toward the bed. Her steps were soft, but her body was alive with hunger, every movement meant to draw him closer, drive him wilder.
When she reached the edge, she turned, her gaze locked on his. Without breaking eye contact, she lay back slowly, her hair spilling across the pillow, her fair skin glowing like moonlight, smooth as milk. Her breasts rose and fell with her quickened breath, nipples already tight from his kisses.
She bent one knee, letting her thighs part just enough to tease him, her hand sliding over her stomach, lower, stopping just shy of where he ached to touch. “Come here…” she whispered, her voice sultry, dripping with promise.
He stood frozen for a heartbeat, chest heaving, devouring her with his eyes. The sight of her—spread across the bed, bare, glowing, ready—made his whole body ache. He couldn’t wait, not even a second more.
With a low groan, he crawled over her, his lips covering hers in a kiss that was raw and desperate, his hands roaming every curve. She gasped into his mouth, arching her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, her body begging for him as much as his begged for her.
Every inch of her pose, every curve she offered, drove him closer to breaking. And she smiled between gasps, knowing she had him right where she wanted—burning, trembling, undone.
When she reached the edge, she turned, her gaze locked on his. Without breaking eye contact, she lay back slowly, her hair spilling across the pillow, her fair skin glowing like moonlight, smooth as milk. Her breasts rose and fell with her quickened breath, nipples already tight from his kisses.
She bent one knee, letting her thighs part just enough to tease him, her hand sliding over her stomach, lower, stopping just shy of where he ached to touch. “Come here…” she whispered, her voice sultry, dripping with promise.
He stood frozen for a heartbeat, chest heaving, devouring her with his eyes. The sight of her—spread across the bed, bare, glowing, ready—made his whole body ache. He couldn’t wait, not even a second more.
With a low groan, he crawled over her, his lips covering hers in a kiss that was raw and desperate, his hands roaming every curve. She gasped into his mouth, arching her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, her body begging for him as much as his begged for her.
Every inch of her pose, every curve she offered, drove him closer to breaking. And she smiled between gasps, knowing she had him right where she wanted—burning, trembling, undone.
by WordWeaver & WebWeaver September 17, 2025
Get the Part 8 — Just Usmug. 