absolutely 100% incorrect. and i love you more you silk skinned goddess
508, what difference does it make? You were alone, anyway.
Have fun fixing the bed from last night Bob Villa.
At least you didn't call me Brittany this time
I'm so over stopping myself from talking about my sexual experiences in front of children.
I made her dinner: Beefaroni with grated parmesan cheese on top. Luckily she showed up drunk and gave me head, "For spending so much time preparing."
just as he was about to cum he started shouting "I THINK I CAN! I THINK I CAN!" over and over again.
She kept looking at me and saying "you are the scary high".
Lesson of the night- sweaty dick can get stuck to ice, and require medical attention.
Also, am I the only one who noticed he didn't fuck you until after you were technically a cripple? Or am I reading into this too much? Congrats on that btw
I hope you enjoy this collage I made of you and me getting fucked up together
Using Michelob Ultra as champagne.
Well, my breasts are swollen and I cried about the Iditarod. But I say PMS until proven pregnant.
THIS IS AN AMERICAN HORROR STORY I CAN'T FIND MY VIBRATOR ANYWHERE WHICH MEANS I LOST IT WHEN I MOVED WHICH MEANS MY POOR VIBRATOR IS OUT THERE IN THE WORLD ALL ALONE RIGHT NOW WHAT AM I GOING TO DO
Are you sure you found YOUR underwear?
Stand and applaud for me. I have successfully masturbated in a Walmart changing room with the door wide open during normal business hours. I lead a very Charmed Life.
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