i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
It was like what a highfive between zeus and Jesus would sound like
it felt like the flash was giving me a handjob
You missed out on a serious adventure. Cops were called. We put a chicken in someones house.
Think of where it's been though. That Dr. Suess book, "Oh the Places You'll go" was written for his penis.
Nothing quite like pre-gaming the Kentucky Derby with adderall and adderall. I'm fairly confident I could outrun all of these fucking horses in a foot race right now.
So he's compensating for a really small penis. Either that or he's a drug lord.
You, me, naked, mistletoe, fifth of jack, gallon of lube, condoms, Cheetos, handcuffs, rope, along with no morals, inhibition or judgment. That's all I want for Christmas.
That was so not worth putting pants on for.
Haha no we did it on his bed. Then rolled off into the bean bag. It was a strangely athletic performance on my behalf.
Oh good, bag of butt plugs is in my predictive text now
Typing the whole thing out was getting to be such a chore
I support your vibrator fueled lifestyle.
I just put condoms in a mason jar because it looked prettier than the box.I think I've peaked.
He eats ass but won’t hold open doors. My kinda guy.
Chivalry really is dead.
Drunk on wine at my parents house watching "RugRats In Paris". Comeatmeadulthood.
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