call me tomorrow and ask me about coke-whore stripper. It hasnt happened yet, but im sure it will be plenty disappointing.
you kept screaming i cant feel my vagina, it kinda killed the mood.
I had fun. Till he melissa etheridged my ass and came to my window.
I just did a Kegel and my back popped. My vagina is a gift to penises everywhere.
Her desktop wallpaper is a collage of penises she fucked.
It was so cute that he apologized for getting cum on my couch. If he realized how many guys had cum on that couch in the past year, he wouldn't have touched my vagina with a 10-ft pole.
I had a flashback of using my sock as a napkin after we got taco bell
in a meeting in my bathtub while predrinkin for tonight. technology.
I should stop using "Braveheart would do it" as a basis for decision making...
This feels more like a conference of all the people I've fucked in the past year.
We finally gave up searching because everything had started to look like flip flops
After we fucked we sat in bed and watched Charlie St. Cloud and he fed me ice cream. It was probably the most romantic thing I've ever done.
We left Waffle House and he took off running five miles down the road saying we were "training for the Olympics." And I mean, I couldn't leave him out there like that...
Unfortunately the rum ran out midway through our viewing and we had to suffer in silence for the rest of it.
I think my roomie is silently judging me for spraining my foot by having sex in a bounce house
so the bounce house and tequila was good idea then?
Randomize