and trust me i need no booty pop lessons
We video chatted for almost two hours. But I woke up with puke on my keyboard. The question of the day: were we still chatting when I vommed? No idea.
get home. someone threw up in the fishtank last night.
he held my hand while i was giving him head. freud's gotta be turning over in his grave
she asked me if i wanted her to take her wedding ring off while she was giving me a handjob.
I would describe it as pure and unadulterated shock, mixed with horror and a touch of nausea.
I don't know what he did to me, but he did it wrong. I think my pelvis is broken. I cant even drive without it hurting. What. The. Fuck.
Sweet tea and masterbation. It's how I manage.
I'm totally going to bang the cable guy tonight. I'm so pumped
I told him I was ready for another round and he said, "after this part." What guy chooses James Bond over pussy?!
Do me a favor and scream dirty things at him in a polite sexy, come hither way
And the last thing I remember was you in the bed with the german guy screaming "wrong hole" I laughed n passed out
last night you said that you wanted to hold my dick as you slept because it was like having a stuffed animal.
I don't know, all I remember is waking up at 4 in the morning to him going down on me.
If work found out I was using THEIR paper to write Karate Kid fanfic I'd never hear the end of it.
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