I have a deodorant stick dedicated to my balls.
Its a long story, but I have superglue on my tongue
If I die on my trip, you're my chosen person. Nightstand-vibrators. Computer-iphoto naked pictures. I hope you feel honored.
Its name is Richard. And I think he formally introduced us.
she literally hasn't taken the mardi gras beads off in three days. she showered in them. TWICE.
It was one of those "I have no idea if this will ever happen again so I can't say no" opprotunities. Part of me was like, "You slut" and the bigger part was screaming, "Hell yeah"
Come outside. The vendor wants to go out strong tonight! Russian hooker interviews. Don't ask. We leave in 3 minutes.
About six hours after the bottle of smirnoff, I was googling "losing your stomach lining" and calling my mom for help. She has experience.
I told him i turn boys gay hoping that would scare him off. Finally i found a way to take advantage of my disability.
Opened the apartment door and the smell of sex and weed literally slapped me across the face. Kudos.
This power is too much for most humans to handle safely. It's like having the nuclear launch codes, except it's my penis.
You are one with the wind and sky, bro.
I need a light and a towel. ive got cum in places ive never had cum before.
I left my ice cream out over night, it's melted, fuck this, I just poured Bailey's in it. Problems solved.
And our sex soundtracks thus far have been metal and Star Wars
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