I tried making the sex a little better this time so right before I blew I yelled "ready or not here I come!"
He said he had bite marks on his back... Turns out he had to throw me over his shoulder, and I was really reluctant.
I couldn't open my car door and for a second I thought they were taking me to an intervention circle.
He was going down on me as I discovered a spaghetti-O on my boob. Its been a while since I faked it.
as you might have guessed from my lack of texts, the herpes have calmed down.
Think of where it's been though. That Dr. Suess book, "Oh the Places You'll go" was written for his penis.
Zip lining have a big frozedn drink with 151 rum chippendale pic life is GREAT
I'be color coordinated the clothes in my closet and my underwear drawer. I'm like an advertisement for house arrest. Help.
I just started talking about my sextoy because I wanted things to be normal again.
I didn't have toilet paper until 20 minutes ago. But I have champagne. Priorities.
Oh and an honorable mention for your father's porn collection. Things I'll never forget.
He follows more cats on Instagram then he does girls.. That's how you know your boyfriend is whipped.
She throws back shots like they are NO-THING. I swear, she goes through like five straight tequila shots, does a jello shot, chases with half a hot dog, has a rum and coke, and then takes her shirt off and makes an impromptu bandage out of it for fuckin' Tim who cut himself on the flagpole. I'm going to marry her.
too bad we didn't bet. my 38-1 tears would have made great lubrication for a blow job.
No one needs to know about the barren wasteland that is my vag. Sometimes i visualize my cervix rocking back and forth wondering where everybody went.
I just pictured that. It's reading a book.
Randomize
