at some point to night u and I have a 'meeting' too...(1-737): I hope so
i have a reoccuring irrational fear i'm going to walk in on my dad masterbating. Night.
He has some good qualities. Beneath the layers of asshole and fat.
The sex was so good, I called my ex during the 2nd time just so he could hear. Is that mean?
There is only so much cookie dough and masturbating I can handle in one night.
He came in looking for condoms, iced coffee, and a gas tank. I need to be where he's going.
You were Q-tipping mashed potatoes out of your ear.
No, I've only ever seen his brother's dick. So when I have lucid sex dreams, I just do a little cut and paste in my mind and stick his bro's package onto him.
Leave the bottle at home cause either way I'm not taking another shot. You have no idea how long it took me to compose this text free of grammatical error.
Gold star for you, but I'm on my way and the soco is buckled in next to me. This is happening.
I couldn't find the bathroom last night...so I wrapped myself in the curtains and stuck my butt out the window and peed from two stories up. Thank god I don't remember.
no one ever believes me when I try explaining to them that your straight. I'm all like, "yeah that's his girlfriends dress he's stretching out"
A huge penis doesn't warm the soul. Or that's what I've had to tell myself.
You can tell by the way he cuddles that he's got mommy issues
I was just at the gas station and happened to look left and see a girl blowing some guy. How was your night?
Walked off the dance floor to find Gabe hitting on a dad bod at the bar. It was my Dad. Awkward is an understatement.
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