No more Irish car bombs ever.
All he did was lie there and used his hands to keep pace. He was like the metronome of sex.
i really care about you, respect you, another gay word, and another gay word... lets just drink
you grabbed the waitors dick and yelled '2nd base' and then he gave you his number. I hate your life.
Also I smoked away my sore throat last night. It's a 420 miracle.
A worker across the alley is wearing your sombrero sans cat barf.
Omg it was awesome. At one point she says "cum in me, I'm too old to get pregnant".
Yo plow her in the living room were all outside tommy wants to see
I didn't know what happened last night until the bruises in the shape of hands showed up on my boobs. Then it all made sense.
by the way whatever wisdom you imparted upon me last night was lost to whatever i smoked out of a beer can.
Chilling on my porch debating between pre work drinking or video games and getting high.
My mom is currently out with her lesbian friends and I'm home alone drunk listening to the Les Miserables soundtrack. WHY DO I FEEL THE NEED TO COMPETE WITH HER?
I'm glad you had fun with your genitals.
He tried to grab your ass, but he grabbed my hand cause I grabbed your ass first. I saved your ass..literally. Your welcome.
PROBABLY?!! And here I was, about to buy you a glow-in-the-dark banana-flavored cock ring... Now I "probably" won't.
Randomize
