I think any school that has COCKS written on it's baseball hats has their priorities straight.
HOnestly. That's my one goal for this whole trip. I don't give a shit about souvenirs or sand. I want penis.
the orgasm was like being thrown to the other end of reality, so getting a nosebleed from it wasnt too upsetting at that point
I've decided, even as much fun as it sounds, I don't care for his sodomy box.
i'm out of college. that means no more sex on a twin bed. ever. i don't care how big his dick was. i'm classy like that.
I had sex with her like 200 times, and she was only pregnant once, those are pretty good statistics.
Got him to take a shot from the drip pan on the George Forman. He's gone now.
All I saw was a purple blob and poking out from under was part of a green shirt. Took me a minute to realize it was him under that beast.Thought I should ask if he was actually breathing and conscience but then I saw him slowly exploring what few brave men have done before.
Last I remember we played rock paper scissors for who would fuck the guy with cowboy boots on and I won..
It's like a toaster oven for my penis
Is "when in doubt date the guy with the bigger dick" a good philosophy?
I wouldn't say I LOVE Pacman. I mean, sure, I'd battle against you in an epic Pacman struggle for blow jobs and glory. But I mean, who wouldn't?
Nothing ruins an orgasm faster than accidentally calling out his boss's name
For a second fuck I think last night went extremely well... our sexual relationship is progressing at a pace that im quite satisfied with.
The weekend was a blur. There was vodka and penises and orgasms. I played a game of Cock Roulette and won big
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