By the end of the second bowl I was making sound effects to every hand movement he made.
Having him eat chocolate out of you is not as romantic as it sounds. I'm still finding pieces.
Law school is ruining my masturbation schedule.
literally. a puddle of blood. on the floor. still searching for the source
I like the odds of his and my children being professional athletes too. To support me in my old age, see I do think about the future.
I came in and she was laying on the ground just stoking it saying "the floor is where our feet step"
The hot tub didn't work. But it's okay because we discovered just how many people you can fit in a bathtub.
I just rolled over in bed and felt a bump. Turns out it was a lil nug. Talk about being princess and the weed.
I approve. Last time I was there, I left E's room to get a drink of water. Found M sitting on the kitchen counter in his boxers hammered and eating a banana. He proceeded to feed me the rest of his banana then went to bed with the lights on. You two will be great.
We were basically fucking on the dance floor. People kept buying us drinks. It really only encouraged us.
I smell like hot dogs and captain morgan it's 11:20 am what is my life
gay sex achievement: unlocked
what
you told me you were going out for groceries!!
Do you not realize that being Batman fulfills about 95% of my non-sexual fantasies?
So it turns out that a Ford Focus does not fit in a Walmart cart return.
i'm currently watching a guy eat a bunch of cacti and i have lost all faith in humanity
**cactuseses
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