oh and i feel obligated to inform you that there will be no sexin' because it's 'lady time' for me. so this ain't a booty call.
Dude, it's gettin so bad even my fantasies just wanna be friends.
Ive created a fbook group called "threesome" and invited two girls. Im not going to say a word and just see what happens.
is this the sara with the beer cane?
scratched cornea got me an eyepatch and a blowjob from a girl with a thing for pirates
It was weird. Like "Mom, Dad, here's a guy who knows my orgasm face".
I woke up at 6am to a knock and a naked guy at my window.
IT'S A FUCKING GIANT POKEBALL MAD OUT OF TINY ROSES
Listen you let me know what you're doing after drinking rum punch all morning
He sat next to me, put his arm around me, yelled at his girlfriend that he was breaking up with her, and told me I'm his little pet for the night.
I'm not sure how to explain it, but I feel like our penises have a connection. Like long lost brothers. We're not even gay.
I can't trust your balls anymore.
It feels appropriate that the wallet of my high school and college years would die at the hands of a spilled bong. Which in and of itself is a solid metaphor for those years.
He makes furniture for a living and is basically a hot, younger Ron Swanson
oh what is to come when my single life starts with a threesome?
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