You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
Michelle and I recorded her bunny humping it's little rubber black ball.
Her vagina smelled like hockey gear.
we were naked in his bed and he told me all about what a "baller" alexander the great was.
All I remember is saying that "fire will make it all better"
he burped in my vagina and tried to deny it...
Help. Me. He just whispered 'prepare yourself', & sprayed hairspray everywheres to make sure the 'air was crisp'
DO NOT GO IN OUR BATHROOM. it cannot be unseen
he paid for dinner at the eiffel tower. drinks at a bar on the champs elysees. gave me a motorcycle ride back to his house, got us heineken and then took me to park overlooking paris. where he ate me out on a park bench. still have doubts about the french?
We stayed up until 4:20 AM. The next thing I remember was waking up at 4 PM, like my internal alarm clock knew.
My face feels like its stuck between a ball sack and an asshole.
Currently siting in the living room naked, staring at one of the girls across the street in her living room naked. This is like the most intense starting contest of all time.
I'm gonna forget you just shared your personal blowjob aesthetic with me and move on
Plus we had to have sex before the game because there is a good chance we won’t be speaking for the rest of the week. #ironbowl
You have my heart. You only share my vagina.
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