he gave me an orgasm. multiple times. the weird stuff he did in middle school is now irrelevant.
It smells like wine and fried chicken. Im confused and intrigued.
I gave the naked guy in the hotel hall a pop tart. He stopped crying.
Last time I saw him the sun was coming up and he was asleep in the student wellness parking lot. For some reason people were peeing on him.
First thought today, I need a ventriloquist dummy that looks like me. This week's project has been determined.
Well the streets were closed, so it was okay for me to just lay down for a little bit.
I need to stop ravaging the freshman dorm like a virginity-snatching dragon.
I don't miss having sex with him. We had our finale fuck last week. He's all yours now.
Is it just me or does the sex still keep getting better? I wasn't crying, my eyes just watered from how hard I was cumming.
Just saw our highschool guidance counselor at the bar and he's taken six shots in the last hour. Those teenagers have fucking hardened him.
These beer shits have taken over my entire life.
I have mastered the art of having sex on monkey bars.
I remember that. We went to taco bell looking for pizza.
I woke up in nothing but my socks and my hat a cigarette in my mouth and a beer in my hand..........GREAT NEW YEARS
And tell your penis that we can hang out tonight for sure.
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