...so i touched it.
Girls are like M&M's, once the lights go out you can't tell the difference.
she said she could "feel the heat of my groin" against her. ruined the whole fucking moment.
I wasn't fucked. I was just drunk, because i was still able to walk into the woods and masterbate.
We have sex, then we talk about foreign policy. Its a win-win.
Now he's galloping around the bar. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
I really thought you were going to tell me you were pregnant on facebook chat. FACEBOOK CHAT. I almost cried.
My booty call just put me down for a reference for her job at the hospital. What am I supposed to say? She gives great bj's?
he ran through my sliding door
in his defense that door gets complicated after 10 beers
The closest thing to a sext that you will ever receive from me is a picture of pepperonis on Greg's asscheeks, clenching.
He set two of my ex boyfriends on fire at two different bars without anyone knowing it was him or how it happened either time. He might be a fucking super hero
I mean, they were small fires and no one got hurt, but still. Awesome.
was it wrong to tell him he's welcome in my pants any time?
I CAN SPEAK THE LANGUAGE OF THE ANIMES.
He lives in a tent in my ex'd backyard. Why the fuck would you want any of that dirty dick?
He just looks like he'd be good in bed. He looks like he has a lot of anger built up in him and all I'm saying is that if he took out on my vagina I'm cool with that
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