It was like my butthole was peeing. Felt comforting yet not fulfilling.
The only reason I kept his number in my phone for so long is so that hed pay for my abortion.
Nah it's cool, I made him pinky promise me he wouldn't die if I left him passed out in the bathroom.
In the pictures there's a flower in my hair and also a lobster, I need those things explained
It'd be easier to list the surfaces my ass hasn't been on.
I think someone cast a spell on the lazy stoner rich boy stereotype and it came to life and called me.
I fucked him twice and then he set me up with his teammate. This kid does wonders for me
Your cock has been in the back of my throat. Co-worker is no longer a sufficient title. Fix that shit ASAP
I say I'm working from home on conference call days, but really I just mute the phone, put that shit on speaker so I can hear what's going on, and let Marcus fuck my brains out.
I can't get the smell of burned penis out of the house
It's barely past noon, how am I already talking about double penetration
I remember 2 things. 1. Hanging through the window. 2. And she needing a bucket to puke in. That’s all. I have no other memory.
Well he had a nice beard and it smelled good so there was no way I wasn’t going home with him.
the twins are trying to figure out which one is the one doing body shots off a janitor in this picture
Anyway, that's been my evening- crying and looking up diabetes symptoms. How was your night?
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