Get out...Run...Or there's going to be a dick in your mailbox
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
but why does your life always sound like the plot of a porn?
I smoked weed with pregnant girl. I'm going to hell.
I dont think that drinking by ourselves on a saturday night counts as being "fun alcoholics"
Nothing on google about my condom issue. However, if you get a chance google: condom with teeth.
My three rules on what I'm wearing tonight. Something short, something see through, and something i had sex in.
I will no longer accept being cock blocked in my own bed.
My going away gift was all of them dancing around with solo cups on their dick and balls...these are my friends
I was thinking that, but I'm not sure the proper etiquette on asking about someone's nipple rings. Even if you did see them and compliment them once.
This was like angel cum on the bread of life filled with the nectar of the gods
But I do cardio so I don't get winded during sex really it's not like I'm trying to lose weight
From what I heard you ordered him to lick your balls. Unless you've kept a huge secret I understand his confusion.
Not sure if I should ask if I can have my underwear back or just avoid that all together.
Can I get my morals surgically removed?
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