I wish they made sweatshirts for legs
you mean pants?
dude i dont realllllly have to fuck her do i? its just a mess down there and i think im gonna cry
foreplay: 7 minutes. sex: 3 minutes. cuddling: 10 minutes. getting dressed: 5 minutes. commute: 5 minutes.
I asked about his 3 inch scar on his chest. It's from when he had to castrate a bull on the estancia. Apparently this is how good bull meat is made.
Gay TA. Finally going to boost my GPA your way.
My professor complimented me on the well drawn penis on my face then asked if I would like a seat closer to the garbage can.
Highlight of my night: you taking that shot of garlic butter and then throwing the empty container down on the stairs and saying FUCK.
I feel I must have sex with him first to fully decide where my vagina belongs.
I wore home his HoHoHo boxers. I've never felt such a connection to an article of clothing.
I spent a good part of the night in a bear hat claiming I'd changed spieces
The bros used their bong water as pong water but I walked in mid game and didn't know so they hit our first cup and I chugged it.
If you had been home 20 minutes ago, you probably would've caught me masturbating, so it might be for the best.
Definitely went down on him last night while he was wearing a cape. He randomly kept swirling it around me and "revealing me" in the mirror like a magic trick. I'm not even a little upset, it's fun fucking younger guys.
I've given up on the male species, I'm just going to be a lonely whore for the rest of my life.
Happiness is laying in bed, topless, pouring 4 packs of hot sauce on your taco bell.
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