I should have been more specific when I asked for 8 inches.
I fucked her on my hockey bag. it doesnt get any more Canadian than that.
he kept asking me "do you love it? tell me you love it" as I was riding him.
and...?
I told him it was alright.
i'm considering texting him with "i'm leaving the country for a year, wanna fuck?"
do it. it's every man's dream.
He had rug burn on his nose from my landing strip
i think i was tempted to text while we were making out. like i remember holding my phone up behind his head and just staring at it.
I have no words
Neither did my mom, when she walked in on me squating with my balls in a cup of hot water.
I'm using her two yr old as a arm rest while I attempt to feel her up. Somehow she is allowing it. How this transitions to sex should be interesting.
I'm so hungover all I can do is stare at my curser and hope it starts moving on its own
I like to think of you as more a magic eight ball of my life's journey?
LISTEN TO ME! GAY. FIREFIGHTER. They are the most rare and precious kind of gay. The kind little gays dream of. It needs to happen.
I love 4am trips to the ER. I feel so responsible for actually making it all the way here.
I need to stop acting like a porn star that isn't getting paid
He licked the buffalo sauce off my fingers and then we had the best sex of my life.
I use my feet as sexual weapons
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