i don't mind that he's uncut. i like it! it's like a little sweater!
a cock doensn't need a sweater! especially a skin sweater! wtf.
That's like some buffalo bill hannibal lector shit.
He is like that thing on the menu you would eat because nothing else looks remotely edible.
Damn it, I know in the morning I'm going to regret eating out of the trash...
The last thing i remember is saying breakfast beer and carrying the keg to my room and locking the door.
do you think I can still get an erection if I donate blood today? this is important.
Wait wait wait. I remember riding in her car to the next bar. On your lap. With my head on the dashboard. That probably should have been my cut off point.
I wish I could but I can't. No beer pong or sex on a hammock...such an unproductive weekend
Please just fuck her. She's new to LA and doesn't know anyone nice.
Not good... He ate my chips. Thats not a sex analogy for anything. My actual potato chips... gone. I lost on both ends.
I heard moaning and ass slapping and sponge bob.
Why did you just send me a picture of your dinner?
CAUSE LOOK HOW MUCH SPAGHETTI I'M EATING
I like that you use a Disney movie to describe the starting of our BDSM relationship, lmao
Remember the time you cried about coconuts
So you're not gonna be in town tonight?! Your dick was the light at the end of my academic tunnel!
Looks like it rained condoms in my room last night
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