do all gilrs hav hair on thier vagaina ?
Don't drive home.
no, he came in my armpit
But never have I ever had sex with a dirty talker before, so it was something else, to say the least. I signed up to get laid, not play Penthouse Mad Libs.
My coke dealer called me at midnight just to ask how to spell a word. Not sure how I should feel about that.
Its not personal, its just business. I'm the Donald Trump of blowjobs.
I may be new to bar life, but full on grabbing my vag shouldn't happen...anywhere.
I need to stop drinking and eating and start working out. I look like the lovechild of John Goodman and Jabba the Hutt.
Did you get any pics? And I can only imagine how inferior you must have felt knowing that somewhere in that room was a guy whose penis was the length of your forearm.
The secret to finals week is to have an orgasm for every point you need on the test before you take it.
The hair on my legs is officially flapping in the breeze when I walk. I must say, being single does have perks and this is one of them.
Our night has progressed to doing coke off a laundry machine through a parking ticket
Would you be so kind as to inform your husband that my truck is forever cursed by mashed potatoes and it's his fault.
It's official cum is not a great leave in conditioner
Can we be gay Bert and Ernie for Halloween?
The cat just brought me a bottle opener. I think she's my soulmate.
I'd ask how but then you'd tell me.
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