I saw his package. It spoke to me.
there was 4 little kids screaming in high pitched voices at the top of their lungs at the sox game and their mom just leaned over to me and said 'if thats not birth control i dont know what is'
He was eating me out on the dryer...and his mom walked in with her laundry basket...
He wasn't the only one with a full load.
I love watching others lives come down to our level.
Street performer on bourbon st just lifted a sewer top so I could puke down it. I love New Orleans.
Absence makes the cock grow harder.
He came in looking for condoms, iced coffee, and a gas tank. I need to be where he's going.
i drank out of a bidet.
Pushiiing vjews 4 ma daz caik
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I want to apologize but I don't know how. Do I just say "sorry for OD'ing on your couch"? I think that just sounds weird.
You were definitely doing something right. You could only see the colored parts of his eyes a couple of times. I was pretty sure he was dead at some point.
We're not in high school anymore. I'm not going to pretend to be impressed as he butchers my favorite songs on his guitar. I just wanted to get laid.
It was awful. Their identical twins so it was like having sex with Jeff wearing a wig and shaved legs.
I think it's safe to say I'm rolling my hypothetical balls off
If a cop comes up to me I'm whipping out my cock, swinging it around and singing the national anthem
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