the trail of clothing leading from the bed to the door was in the exact order i needed to put them on. underwear near the bed shoes by the door.
I put the condom across her upper lip. It was like a mustache of a job well done.
We need to put it on a rope attached to the bong, so it can't be dropped. Apparently, you need a stem safety leash.
A gentleman never tells..... therefore i will neither confirm nor deny the attatched photos
She really is something else.
Words cannot describe what though. The best way to describe her is to say it like watching a bear and a whale have sex. You don't know why it's happening or how. But it's rather funny and you can't look away.
I do remember telling her that I was about to pass out soon and then hiding my pants under my bed so she couldn't take my wallet even drunk I'm thinking ahead
Are you feeling okay?
Right now, not a single thing feels even slightly okay. That hungover.
Blow job season was short but glorious.
there may have been a blood oath never to speak of it again...only reason i can think of as to why there was a 1 inch bloody cut on my right boob
If the sex wasn't incredible why would I compare it to cheesy tots
I just saw a girl drinking wine and walking her dog in footie pajamas and a mad hatter hat. First day of the new year and I think I'm in love.
I feel like you should put up a missed connections ad for this..
dude, i just found out morgan freeman loves weed. all my moms arguments are now irrelevant
I'm sure as hell not getting hoodwinked into going back to rehab again
Hows your mom
Shes good, she claims she wasnt drunk
Who was that dick in the suit telling us to stop drinking?
The priest.
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