We didn't go..parents came home with patron wanting to play drinking games --we asked no questions
If your still trying to figure out the moment I stopped caring; it was the point in which you said "I really wasn't sure whose baby it was"
just jacked off in the bed i was conceived in.
He must hate going to the bathroom. Every time he does he is reminded how small his dick is.
He came in my nose, then said it would help clear my sinuses.
I am a human short and spout . Here is my jager Herr is my redbull . When i get real drink i shout out. Tip me over and pour yeager out
I don't care if he's straight, his cock will be in my mouth by midnight. Like a closeted Cinderella.
I guess, all I remember was giving you road head the whole way there so you wouldn't fall asleep.
Until they make a bed that bathes you in your sleep, I will not be satisfied.
By early evening I was shouting at the deeply Christian girl to suck my dick inbetween snorting lines of gatorade powder.
He was so drunk and proud of his 6-month-gym-results he actually made me touch his whole naked body.
I bought Plan B for the first time and an interview outfit today. You could say my life is improving.
You passed out in your dogs bed and you only willingly woke up because I told there was a bottle of vodka and a snickers bar waiting for you upstairs
The date went significantly better after the fifth shot of fireball.
My memory of last night is a delicious blur of tits, ass, and alcohol.
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