Soap is not a condiment
Drunk you is everything I aspire to be in life.
I have blocked the memory from my mind. He is just a fuzzy cloud floating with my other bad decisions..
i sound like a 75 year old homeless man that has spent all his panhandling money on cigarettes since he was 12. that rough.
I can't remember where my feet are. All I can see are colors, and all I can feel is terror. The lollipop was a bad idea.
It took him 5 seconds to cum and then he wanted to hold my hand all night
I'm using the bullet from my cock ring to massage out my tmj lock jaw from giving too much head.
I swear to god little potato creatures live inside Belvedere bottles and claw at your throat as you swallow shots.
On the plus side I'm getting really good at painting the inside of a toilet with my bowels.
Well, at some point in her life every girl has to decide how much weird she's willing to tolerate for hot tall banker cock
Can I drink yet?
It's Monday morning.
Your point?
Well, I got drunk and told my family about what I expected sexually after a good first date.
That's so awful of me. Instead of comforting her I masturbated in front of my ex-boyfriend.
Reading becomes significantly more difficult when people are having crazy loud sex in an adjoining room
I'm on a party bus with a stripper pole with middle aged women who have all started drinking
God bless your soul.
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