i met him on craigslist. and no i'm not a hooker.
Just fucked a hooker at a motel in New Jersey. Two states down, 48 to go.
Beverly Hills, 90210. Cleveland Browns, 0.
she sang that "this little piggy song" to my balls. and somehow made it work, with me only having two balls instead of five.
its always fun the next morning to look around the room and see where all the clothing landed.
They better compete for your attention. Dual to the fuck
you threw up into the pocket of your shirt. which was pretty damn polite
Lazier than spoon feeding yourself popcorn and debating adult diapers so you don't have to leave the mentalist marathon on tv?
You don't understand, we were on a waffle house. Both of us were absolutely certain we passed out at his place then BAM! Waffle house.
Wanna hang out? my DILF had to dip out for his sons little league game
HE GAVE ME ONE OF HIS BEERS.
YOU'RE THE CHOSEN ONE.
I just don't understand how she's willing to go through so much planning and effort just to get a dick inside of her
He's a loser but she says we just don't see the good stuff about him. It's like she's dating the Charlie Brown Christmas Tree.
I told him no rough stuff and he immediately bit my ass. Who the fuck does that?
They made the paper for stealing gnomes. I fucked a local celebrity.
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