So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
my sisters under your porch take her home
I woke up naked on the bathroom floor. the tile grout marks on my boobs hurt, i mananged to use a roll toilet paper as a pillow. never again. did we eat salad?
You coming bye my yot got egg sweet carilne vodklaa
Somebodaw call 311 postw fire bunso on vietena floorwnkd
he fucked me so hard i could feel my pelvis shifting. like i legit feel more prepared for childirth now
I've reached the gravitational age where it's very hard to get my face and my boobs in the same shot without some kind of yoga involved .
The number of tpain songs that actually relate to my life right now is embarrassing.
Am I not being subtle enough by giving him a rainbow striped bong, during PRIDE MONTH?
We were fucking and his phone rang and it was his grandma. He just had a conversation with his grandma while fucking me from behind. Then his dad called and asked him what he wanted from taco bell.
How many nights in 2015 can we have no one get injured, run away crying, or get into a brawl?
It was like being run over by an orgasm freight train.
Can't we just go back to fucking and having your boyfriend think you're completely straight?
The only thing that makes a night with half a bottle of cheap vodka is the other half of that bottle of cheap vodka.
Hypothetical question: Would it be wrong to tell the annoying children who don't listen to their parents that the motel is haunted?
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