No, we're smoking outside. We're hot boxing the world.
I finally got her to squirt but it wasnt a stream, it came out in the form of mist. I felt like I was in rainforest cafe.
So from the residue on my balls I think it was mashed potatoes she had in her mouth
we marched down beaver avenue with lit tiki torches humming the olympics opening song.
Your ability to be a slut in your nightmare astounds me
Thanks for last night. Sorry if i was obnoxious. I respect your morals and i wouldn't want you to lose your virginity to a drunk girl in your mom's prius.
You SHOULD feel empty, we were at the top of our game, and by that i mean snorting things we don't understand and only a few steps away from adultery.
True as that may be, are you coming to the birth of my imaginary child or not?
Has anyone ever told you you're majestic like a sea turtle when you fuck?
And your cock privileges have been revoked.
Between my vag yelling at me for having bad sex and my legs yelling at me for going to the gym I cant hear myself think.
btw im having a "its finally warm enough for a bbq in Toronto" party tonight. bring all the alcohol you have. and hamburger buns.
also, am i correct in guessing that advertising the size of my hypothetical penis is a turnoff to him?
Any sexual interaction is meaningless without pizza during half time.
At first it will make you think "how is this physically possible?" and then it will ruin an entire food group for you.
We ran out of toilet paper so Ive been using coffee filters
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