I'm at his house. He has VELCRO shoes. I'm too desperate to leave...I may need help in thee life dept
we were wasted and he didn't have a condom so he called the front desk and asked for one. They didn't "officially" have them but the night manager happened to have one in his wallet. He brought it to the room with two mints.
I'm having post traumatic stress flashbacks of last night. That big. Don't know whether to call him again or change my name...
I was more traumatized by the table collapsing while i was going down on you.
he kept saying that we were in ian's fun time place and then continued to act like a dinosaur.
We just laid there in bed together, petting his dick and repeating, "IT FEELS LIKE VELVET!!!"
he wears New Balance sneakers on a regular basis, did you really expect the sex to be more than decent?
Last night I dreamed that I got eaten out by Lego Harry Potter.
Would you like to get an apartment bong? It can be like our pet and we can give it a name.
And if you haven't kicked a pigeon you haven't started your morning right
The dicks good but it's not two trains and a bus good.
Still fucking the ballerina?
She can put her legs behind her head.
Enough said
I'm in the Sheetz parking lot waiting for dad to finish a drug deal.
It was like if the scent of sour milk and burning tires had a baby in taste form.
I'm sitting in the car vaping at an elementary school to try and deal with the stress of existing. About how i thought being 30 would go for me tbh
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