What a tease, dude. She's giving me emotional blue balls.
so she called me drunk and made me stay on the phone with her while she puked.
I wish my period boobs were my regular boobs.
All he did was lie there and used his hands to keep pace. He was like the metronome of sex.
He doesn't fuck you and he's married, why do you keep letting him cum all over your stomach?
In the hopes he'll just put it in one day?
i don't even specifically remember last night, it's just one big wonderful lesbianic blur.
I have to think about this realistically and not with my vagina.
Dude id rather jerk off w a fist full of bee's than deal with that girl that never stops talking.
I'm hoping they send me home from work drunk.
Romantically speaking, I want to sit on his face.
So do I get to ride the beginning of the November stache or what?
I will consider it. I need to determine if ogling him is worth almost certain death via zipline.
It's something you'd find in the room outside of Ben Carson's sex dungeon
It's a shame things ended how they did. We were well on our way to transforming from acquaintances with benefits to friends with benefits.
I woke up next to my bosses toilet.i wish you had just left me in the neighbors yard.
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