Dude I think you forgot how to talk last night. We kept asking if you wanted a condom and you just smiled and made weird noises...
Any questions about why there was a scuba tank chilling in the hot tub this morning?
Its only tuesday and I need a dd home from work. This is getting too easy.
Tonight will be judged a success if I walk out without having thrown up on my shirt.
Weekday college schedule so far: get high as tits. Watch Family Guy marathons. Repeat.
Two questions for you. Did I throw up last night and did we get food or did I dream that..?
No you never threw up but you did force me to take you to wendy's because you wanted "beef and ketchup"
Sadly he is straight as an arrow that is designed by a robot computer from the future with lasers.
This saddens me. Mostly because I want to see the schematics on that robot.
You're tall, so I have high hopes for your dick.
Where were you last night, and why am I not surprised that drag queens were involved?
Not only did my parents pick me up from his hotel room in the morning, but he also came outside and had a casual little chat with my dad through the driver's side windrow.
So is it safe to say that my only objective from last night is to finish this entire jar of peanut butter?
It's gotten to the point that when I close my eyes to cum all I see is candy crush
hitting rock bottom is getting taziki in your hair & simply putting it in a bun instead of actually dealing with it, just like your problems
He fucked me so well and hard that the couch slid into the Christmas tree. I had to pull branches out of my hair.
Idk if I deserve a medal or a one way ticket to hell
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