i just learned how to squirt via google. life is good.
Wish you were here....
And I wish your mouth was around my cock, but that never happens, does it?
and ill be dreaming of you. not in a creepy way, but in an inappropriate way
The little things make me happy. Little dicks do not.
I wouldn't blow him for all the queso in the world.
I'd rather blow that homeless guy who asked me to breast feed him.
you riverdanced for the cops while the rest ran away.
I know you`re my best friend, but when i wake up with this bad of a hangover and no memories of last night, i dont want to see your tits ad my background.
You said something about how beautiful my pockets were, then walked away.
Yes talking about pockets is classic me.
by the way whatever wisdom you imparted upon me last night was lost to whatever i smoked out of a beer can.
He smells like ham and a lifetime of poor choices
I mean I faked it but he could answer my texts
Hungover on St. Patrick's Day. I did this backwards.
I've never seen anyone as high as you were.. you collapsed onto the kitchen floor hugging a tub of ice cream. You named it phil.
just made a presentation to 40 students and my professor about morals and ethical issues..still drunk. at 8am. I wish I could remember how it went.
He made me cum 3 times, then immediately after sex packed a bowl and passed it to me. Yeah.. I'll keep him.
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