In regards to your tweet: as its been said on all of those posters on ffffound: keep calm and carry on
That fat broad you banged out last night is still here and I can hear her snoring through the living room wall. I would leave, but I don't want to come home to an empty fridge.
I mean come on, he's the best quarterback in the state and doesn't even know how to put on condom
my whole body is tingling just thinking about the orgasm hes going to give me
So at what point do I tell her that I like fucking these hot southern girls more than I like my relationship with her?
he got mad becuase i made more noise when he gave me a back massage then i do when we actually have sex
Yes. Amanda is the only option and I want cake so I can sacrifice my vagina.
No shame December is a go.
I was kind of torn between "Wow, this is awkward," and "Wow, my therapist is hung."
I'm really sorry that I blew your friend in your bed, but to be fair he started it.
You are the tramp this city needs, but not the one it deserves.
Look. When I let you cum on my tits don't fuck it all up by going "SKEET SKEET SKEET" it just pisses me off.
Meet at Walmart straight from work to buy items for hurricane fun. Then blast some wine, make some sex, blast a bowl and cuddle each other till the sun comes up?
That's the most romantic New Orleans hurrication I've ever heard of. Can I have your babies?
But now he's gone and I'm exhausted and my vagina is yelling at me and I want a cheeseburger
Do you think if I had a tempurpedic bed he would still be able to feel me fingering myself after we have sex?
Fuck the library it's too quiet and makes me uneasy. I feel like I'm so isolated I should take off my pants or something
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