she was left over bi-product, like the hotdog of the human race
he made me scream out "#24" while we fucked...no more football players
we need to find an occasion to wear tutus
I made him leave at 3am, he texted me a couple minutes later and said the elevator was broken and he was sleeping in there, but he said I was worth it so I don't feel guilty
he had me stop mid-blow job to make me use my phone to id a song on the radio..
i wasnt really sure how to responde to that.
I always congratulate people on their vaginal emancipation.
The cops walked in and cracked up bec he was passed out on the couch in a pink tutu.
We won't have time to talk.. I'll be rolling you a blunt and you'll be getting naked.
You can't say "my boobs are wonderful" and not expect my drunken subconscious to focus on wanting to see them. Btw-can I see them?
That was awkward , having sex with her while her husband watched via Skype. I'm a porn star or a target. Idk
Killing two birds with one stone tonight: mastrabation meditation. Win win.
I just got a free round of shots. Don't you DARE fuckin tell me that A-cup boobs can't get you good things.
I should've left when he told me that he only smoked crack by accident once
I impressed him by taking off my panties without removing my pants.
Have you actually looked at the corn flakes box? I don't think the rooster has a soul.
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