all we ever talk about is how much i like your dick or my drug problem.
they got in a fight during sex...she came out yelling and covered in chocolate
She gave him HEAD floating down the river in a tube as big a a tire. I just don't know how to compete with that sort of level of slut.
And then he tried to clean the throw up off my pants with 409
I feel like someone kicked me repeatedly in the ribs. I don't think sex is supposed to do that.
It was that same situation where "cuddling on the floor" was actually just code for "rough shameful hate sex" hahaha.
Made a pan flute out of the varyingly empty beer bottles on the table. Played a glorious tune that paid tribute to the winds.
Well that's the thing. He does want to take me out... To a strip club. I see this going down a very bad road but you know I'm going to go.
She's dressed as a slutty goth schoolgirl. Those are my three favorite things. God himself could not give me whiskey dick.
One of my students submitted a thesis proposal to find the exact correlation between desire for sexual intercourse and vaginal heat.
Tell me you accepted it! This is critical fucking research!
I told you, she may have multiple personality disorder, but like in the most upbeat way possible.
Don't judge me 👊🏼 his dick just whispers my name
And god said thou shalt never deny free booze. And it was good.
You could cut the tension with my nipples.
Your heart isn't making stupid decisions... your penis is outsmarting your brain. Stop fucking her!
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