This is some kinda fucked up sordid doggy brothel peepshow bullshit.
I was on top riding him and his friend walks in and watched for a minute before he realized what was going on
I was. I was trying to blow bubbles in the toilet after I threw up in it. They had to carry me everywhere. I lost a sock.
she screamed"i told you already! counter clockwise spiral and the clockwise spiral!!" right in the middle of sex
wow, i never thought dating a choreographer would be so harsh
After we hooked up, he left the room and no one has seen him since last night. That kid redefined hit it and quit it.
I have an asthmatic alcoholic for a roommate. That can't be safe.
judging by the cake all over the hall, my neighbors had a pretty successful thursday too.
Im pretty sure that girl just said "Im taking you home even if your girlfriend has to come too." Why are we here again?
I think your dick broke my retainer, I normally wouldnt care but my orthodontist died and I don't want my first appt to be blow job broken retainer with a new ortho.
I know he is still a student. I am not asking if his being an underwear model makes it more ethical, just less prosocutable.
If the world ends now I want you to know I was on my favorite toilet fighting the good fight.
The fact that it was "anything but a cup" now explains the cowboy boots and fishbowl aftermath at the apartment.
I understand, but unless there is an intervention for me being planned, i DON NOT want to talk about my life choices
He told me he loved me...but added "you crazy bitch" at the end. Does it still count???
I keep worrying the police are going to come looking for us.
For which one? Starting a fire on my porch or having sex on my porch?
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