I think I'm in Tiajuana
You are not in Tijuana. I saw you an hour ago
I could be
Hey, kurt drew a penis on you and wrote my innotals. I had nothing to do a/ that.
He looks too sensitive, like he's going to write me a poem and cry after the first time we have sex.
Was it cool?
About as cool as only getting a handjob on your honeymoon.
He told me he looked up all the foods that make cum taste better and he put it all on his moms shopping list. she came through my line. this ones a keeper I think.
You don't have to be emotionally available for a blow job.
well isn't that the pot calling the kettle a make out whore
I am sitting on the couch "eating" a frozen big bucket margarita with a spoon.
she's a kindergarten teacher now. The teacher desks are the perfect height for fucking. I'm delaying the break up a few weeks.
He is crying over the toilet and his friends just came in and tried to make him take another jello shot.
For the record, it's NEVER ok to discuss my stripper-related injuries with my fiance.
He put his burrito in the bag with his dildo.
We were driving past a farm when he screamed at me to stop the car, then he jumped out and tried to ride a cow.
you know my pussy doesn't know between good and evil
I figure I since I made out with him that I at least had to save his number in my phone.
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