So I finally got the Patron washed off my boobs.
She rolled a blunt with one hand...and instantly I had a boner, I'm going to marry this girl.
He kept saying 'your mouth is Amazing' even after I was on his dick.
He says he quit drinking. I'd like to have a moment of silence for losing the best drunken hookup ever. We will build a memorial to his awesome cock.
Somehow me not being able to breathe due to cocaine doesn't seem very domesticated.
How can I not totally like a guy that told me my boobs were too big for me to be taught how to play golf?
Man I'll cab it I'll be sloshed by then. There's turtles involved
Pavlovs bj experiment 2012. Welcome to the program.
They were swingers. Real swingers. Thought it was going to be awesome until some fat guy tried to put my dick in his mouth.
Couldn't finish, so she gave me "the tap," and I had to leave the mound early. Nothing worse than the long walk back after the manager comes out and asks for the ball.
I was alternating between saying "yall need Jesus" and "God bless" the entire night
i was asked to be gay of honor by three different girls and NONE of the groomsmen at any of the weddings is open to experimenting. i mean whats the point then.
I get off at 11. but they've been letting me go early cuz I've been crying a lot
And the sexual frustration is like I'm wearing a damn horcrux
shots, cocks, socks. bingo
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