i dont remember who you are as you are in my phone as "mr. peanut."
I wanted to tell him he wasn't actually in me, but my god, awkward?
I think you're asking the wrong person. You don't understand. Like I would fuck the act of fucking itself if I could.
The 30 seconds of sex was almost worth it...I mean he did smoke me out and watched the princess and the frog with me
My little brother got home at 4am too, we drunk ate together. It was a kodak moment.
my coworker just texted me asking if i remember pissing in the mop bucket at the gas station
Once two people had broken bones it had become a bulk hospital trip so we took the party bus
So should I finish watching Space Jam and then get head? Or get head while secretly watching Space Jam?
Based on the time of Sean's "I'm on your street" phone call last night, we had sex for an hour and a half. Man, time flies when you're getting boned to an orgasmic death.
Boobs speak an international language.
I kind of want to throw a lot of things at him. Mostly blunt, heavy objects.
You could totally spank that new found Catholicism out of him.
so he's a sleeptalker.
yeah??
"Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell" right in my ear. 2 am.
Omg my orgasm just made the fucking sun come out. Clearly my libido controls the weather now.
There is blood all over my sheets and no discernible source.
Randomize
