UPDATE: In a passionate fit of self love, I brought myself to orgasm under the moon on my 7th floor balcony, ejaculating between the rungs towards the ground.
Unfortunately, I did not realize that most of it would end up on the balcony below mine.
At least you don't cum in color.
for me the strap perfect is like a chastity belt
I have the Lakers game on, but all I can think about is having sex with you. Not sure what you've done here.
just walk of shamed past a man riding a bike. RIDING A BIKE. what a wholesome life he must lead.
there were staples in my comforter. what kind of sex did we even have?
Can you fuck me on the kitchen counter at some point? I'll lysol it after
She really is something else.
Words cannot describe what though. The best way to describe her is to say it like watching a bear and a whale have sex. You don't know why it's happening or how. But it's rather funny and you can't look away.
Yeah when we were together he never sent me dick pics like a normal boyfriend. It was always pizzas. That should've been my sign.
It's a noodle incident. All I can say is that it was completely accidental, no one was too seriously injured, and I'm not allowed back to that bar without a designated pusher for my wheelchair.
Also I would love to pregame at your place if I weren't stuck at mine drinking laxatives
Come share oat with me in your robe
Mom just walked in with a bag of weed and funyuns. I'll talk to you later.
You know it's NBA season when you compare head to 3 pointers.
Finally finished unpacking shit from school n found a bra with no idea whose it is... I miss college so much it hurts sometimes
There is a sex dungeon behind the wine cellar. This is why I hate showing foreclosures.
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