Mission leave-the-puke-on-the-floor-til-the-dog-eats-it completed. I work smarter not harder
she took her bra off and it was like the puppet strings had been dropped. her tits totally deflated.
you're letting him buy you a plane ticket...to kentucky...so you can fuck him?
i know. i'm only adding to the interstate sex trade problem.
To put it in a frame of reference with which you're familiar, it was like making out with a golden retriever.
I just masturbated to the audio from my psych lecture . . . this screwing my prof fantasy is getting serious.
I shouldn't have to thank you for taking off your captain hat off before we had sex
Yo send me the pic of me stickn my dick in the paint bucket last night
He has until sunday, then my legs are officially closed to him
You need a sexual gate keeper
So this is completely apropos of nothing, but I have a feeling that a friend of mine might be a good match for you. Can I set you two up on a date? Oh, and it seems that we live a block away from each other and aren't having sexy times. This is ridiculous. By the way, there's a chance that I might be a tad drunk. Still though, there's a very *good* chance that you and Mr. X would get along.
I'm starting to think that birthday sex is just an urban legend. Like the boogey man, and woman orgasms.
what a fun peer-pressure-filled weekend
I want to see a guy holding a pizza and a bottle of scotch and a box of magnums. I'm a simple woman.
But did u die
I found an onion in my purse
I share a birthday weekend with Easter this year, so that fucking sucks. I hate sharing...and I have to share with fucking Jesus this year.\n
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