are you still at the devil's house?
just saw 2 fat kids fight for the last slice of pizza. Litteraly fight. God Bless America
Internet sex stories have completely ruined the word sopping for me.
I was greeting people at my door feeding them jello shots out of an ice cube tray with a spoon.
I will fuck him senseless, no need for a priest.
I only have one eye to read your texts because I just stabbed one out after reading that last text.
It's not really that big. Girls just think it feels big. It's a cocktical illusion.
Then he rubbed shampoo all over my arm and shouted, "Garnier FUCK THIS."
I have the overwhelming need to take care of him. Both with my vagina and like emotionally.
Checking my Tinder matches as I sit here in the waiting room at Planned Parenthood. I can't be stopped.
It's like we're in an emotionally distant three-way and there's not even sex to show for it.
I'm making myself the patron saint of bisexuality
He's mad at me because I said I wouldn't date him if his dick was smaller. I fail to see the issue
He just said "I know you want my cock" and I said nah. I want food bro
I admire the fact that you replicated my apartment on the roof but I would appreciate it more if you would move all my stuff off the roof and back into my apartment.
That married penis I’ve been riding offered to pay off my student loans. I was going to break it off because he has lousy stamina. Is being debt free worth putting up with mediocre sex?
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