Like worst hickies ever he always gives them like wtf
Don't worry, there is no such thing as a fat, old or ugly blow job.
i feel like im playing gay clue. i have to figure out where i am, who took me home, and what he put in me
it's official, i know exactly what cross streets we're at by the bumps when i give him road head
I figured, if I'm going to wear a gold cape its pretty safe to assume I'll be blacking out as well.
he has decreed that i can sleep with anyone who has the same name as him. line up all the toms
he fed me chocolate as I gave him a handjob. I felt like a princess.
I blew him while watching the aristocats. There were singing cats in the background. I think he he hummed along at one point.
And I just want you to know I got myself into this mess. I gotta get myself out. Plus, don't you only need one kidney?
He slapped my ass... He best ask me out. Or figure out how to unslap my ass.
This is my last chance to be the first person to fall off this roof.
You -do- realize there are other things to talk about than just how different parts of you smell like pussy, right?
There's nothing like a guy talking about your vagina as if it's delicious food to make your day better.
Thus began an intricate shell game of nude cardigan photos
Help. Why am I so naked?
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