Regardless of the degree, it's probably not good to relate so closely to the Steve-O documentary.
about to play the homeward bound drinking game. alone. what are you doing tonight?
mimosa in my stainless steel water bottle. going green is not that bad.
I have beard burns on my inner thighs. I'd say last night went pretty well.
You're being dramatic. You can calm down, or you can piss off. Either way, I ate your burrito.
When he goes down on me, he stares me in the eyes like a shark mocking it's prey as it devours it. Plus, his beard smells like dirty gym socks. This has got to end.
I was to tired to jerk him off, so he made me hold it while he thrusted into my hand.
I am the prescription. I can be taken orally or vaginally and in any dosage. This is why I went to med school.
Nothing says "welcome to Denver" like a hot 18 year old giving you directions to the dispensary and ending up blowing you in the backseat
You know I'm having a rough day when I'm curled up in the corner eating Spaghettios.
Besides you're a Tennessee fan and it'd be against my religion to have your penis inside me today.
I need someone to play with my boobs. Even platonically. I just need a good groping
I've orgasmed so many times tonight I think I've become enlightened
Bring me that man meat
I was just tongue fucked into oblivion.
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