I looked at my own cervix.
we knew we'd be okay when we walked up to the dealers house and he asked us to please be quiet as to not wake his nana.
but im not going to tell the owner of the penis of my dreams how to wear his hair.
The fuck-me-pumps were hot, the XL hoody kinda ruined it.
Are you coming to the bday night? i'll be doing a life-like reenactment of traveling through Bonnie's vaginal canal and taking my first breath of life. Don't think you'll want to miss it.
I can bring a slip n slide and curtains.
Still pimpin that dick in the cornfields. Now it's just transferred to the local bar.
I thought I would be a proper lady and put my spare panties in a ziplock
The whole time you were apparently enduring your pukescapades, I was singing very loudly in the car to Beyonce on my way to get a post-coitus Diet Coke.
Can I drink yet?
It's Monday morning.
Your point?
Day one of being single and I've came three times. I can get used to this.
She was screaming and crying about how she couldn't find her middle finger. Then, she threw her body on to the pavement. Thats the last time we buy a freshmen a handle.
How does one take the "you're the best sex I've ever had but I'm marrying someone that's sub-par in the sack" mind fuck?
I pity the fool.
Thanks Mr T.
may or may not have entered into a gay civil rights discussion with 6 year olds. Hint: I did.
She just. Cock slapped me. With string cheese.
She needs to move out. Her mom interferes with my penis being touched
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