a queef is a wish your heart makes.
It's sad that he has such a beautiful cock and doesn't know what to do with it.
You were waisted for 48 hours and the only 3 words you said were yup, sure, and michigan
being alone eating nachos and drinking from a giant munchen beermug really isnt that sad
so why are there three stressed gay men and a bowl of vomit in the smoke room?
Well, it's hard to say. Last night he puked a perfect circle around him on the floor, and then sat in it insisting it would protect him from the smoke monster. He's was still there last time I checked.
Sneezing blood is a good thing right? Medically speaking.
So I think I might just embrace the awkwardness and say he fingerblasted her cause thats the greatest word in existence
Wanna skype?
Can your lips gently and pleasantly suck on my balls via skype? If not, then no.
Guy, there will be accountabilities this weekend that you will need to respond to, or else.
I'm sure me singing - rather loudly - "fuck me in the back seat" last night didn't help either.
His hands kept asking for sex, but all I could think was "dude, this is going to ruin my high".
all i've had to eat today is leftover bday cake and a shot of tequila.
welcome to college.
While I was giving him head he told me he had to go door to door the next day and "spread the word of Jesus Christ" I felt like a Disney villain out to steal his virtue.
I should not have moved in with him. He's got porn stashed everywhere like a homosexual squirrel.
You love porn!
Not in the sugar bowl when I'm making my Mom coffee I don't.
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