so she proceeds to puke everywhere, look up at me like a sick dog, and then say, "i'll finish if you want me to."
I am currently trying to use a tide to go pen to remove the jizz from my backseat, it's not working...
So for a second i just thought clitoris was a disease.
And I was somehow convinced to wash the glassware at the bar topless.
To say he's a good fuck is like saying the beatles had a bit of success. My vag is still mourning the fact he moved.
If you don't come out tonight, who's going to wake us up in the morning because they're fucking in the middle of the room where everyones sleeping?
So I'm seriously not complaining - but I just fell ass backwards into a Tuesday night threesome. Sober
I give him a gold star every time I orgasm. His room looks like he's freaking King Midas.
Even her dad came up for the body shots. Wasn't sure what to do so I just laid there and let it happen...
You need to fuck him. The man has his own Wikipedia.
It's Saturday night and I'm sitting on my couch by myself, watching Glee, and drinking gin and tonics. If you listen very closely, you can hear the wails of my mother giving up hope that I will ever give her a son-in-law.
Whatever. I am not explaining the physics of my dick slapping.
No, I found out he was gay when I walked in on him blowing the guy from the dorm room next to ours.
So now I have had sex with 2 people my son graduated high school with.
I wish there were more things in this world as wonderful as string cheese
Surriously
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