you dont need to remember merediths name haha. only jane
I am so horny I keep driving over the rumble strips... best half hour ever.
her boobs were like sundried tomatoes..
We named our saturday intramural dodgeball team "we're hungover". Pretty much just an excuse to fuel my alcoholism on friday nights.
You should ask if we are margaritasing tomorrow. and yes i did just turn that into a verb
I feel I should make it clear.....I'm not stalking you, I'm stalking ur dick. You don't even need to talk when you get here. At 4am I think we'd both prefer that anyway.
if you had such a terrible roommate you would understand. jacking off in his conditioner is just the start.
it doesn't matter, he's just a life support system for his dick
Mm. I just want to eat pancakes off of his fine ass.
He looked like he was trying to woo a lady version of himself by playing goblin music on his guitar.
I just want to have normal problems like what kind of puppy to get, or should I pay a hooker to fuck Scott, or even a dilemma about fucking Twizzlers. I don't know.
I try not to have friends with attractive fathers, it only brings my morals down.
And that was the night we had mind-blowing sex with the score from Raiders of the Lost Ark blaring on vinyl in the background...
I got my nipples pierced. If you haven't seen my boobs in the past week, you're among the minority
i love you and all, but can that be the last orgy with your wife?
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