duuuude. vodka popsicles DO NOT function.
He plays me like an instrument...he is the Carlos Santana of my vagina.
It honestly wasnt my fault this time. i was in shock. WHO THE FUCK OWNS A PEACOCK?!
Hypothetical question: If a guy wanted to watch you fuck me, would you be willing to take a long lunch break on Wednesday?
You try staying up all night fucking a guy with a curved dick and see how much you want to go out after that.
I fake pass out to avoid hookups sometimes. Last night I fake slept on my bathroom floor for like 2 hours before the guy left.
I saw him walking to campus with his beer in his hand in the same sweats he wore walking to campus with a beer in his hand yesterday.
He kept dropping hints about giving me crabs. Like he called my pubes a nest and said he "hoped there weren't any eggs in there."
You kept whispering "Party Dave" every time someone would start talking.
Will that be creepy to wake him up at midnight with my tongue all over his body??
The funny part was that the cop pulled us over cause the park was closed, not because I had just come up from giving the guy a blowjob when the cop drove by.
Plus idk what to say. Like hello dapper gentleman will you pursue me in a midnight hangout where I can be choked
This weekend I was almost blinded by a cumshot to the eye, so happy Labor Day I guess
if they didn't want us to do blow at uni, why would they make textbooks so smooth?
i am risking my non lesbian vagina for your needs. i better be the best friend you ever had
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