I've been emailing with a woman. I don't think she's into me, but we've become sorta email buddies. I'm hoping to meet her because on her profile she states she's into 'fisting.' Frankly the thought kinda freaks me out but I'm dying to see what kind of woman is 1) into that and 2) admits it upfront.
Then I opened the closet and then i found the babies
she told me that she was curious about how cum tasted. of course i left you.
The bar I'm at just passed out smores to everyone. I don't know what it has to do with cinco de mayo but I'm down.
Heads up. We filled your kiddie pool with kool-aid and vodka. Things are about to get Out. Of. Hand. Quickly.
Its not even 10am and we are talking about what guys assholes we would finger.
So I just told the bartender I would go down on her. You need to get here
You can cross "give someone a blow job while playing Colors of the Wind" off my bucket list.
How hard to you think I will be judged if I order 8 giant pickles from Jimmy Johns right now?
Well we get the HIV results on my birthday haha. It'll be like happy birthday kid, you have AIDS.
I can't feel my clothes. I'm convinced I'm naked
It was a blast. I was going to say that throwing up in the airport bathroom wasn't classy, but it's classier than quietly puking into a fast food cup while in your seat during takeoff...
I really need to stop having sex.. I haven't been able to get a brush through the back of my hair for a good week and a half
So what your saying is you dont remember trying to hit a golf ball off my chest with a 9 iron?
i don't want him to see me in a bathing suit.
hasn't he seen you naked?
well yeah, but it's different in a bathing suit.
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