I wasn't fucked. I was just drunk, because i was still able to walk into the woods and masterbate.
is it a bad thing if he can only get off when i start talking like one of the girls from Jersey Shore??
our health teacher's ringtone is Bad Romance and she has a tramp stamp. i will not skip this class, ever.
As I was climbing out of the pool he slapped my ass and said 'stay golden', i don't know why but it felt right.
She has a lazy eye!
My other option is a hardwood floor
I think the fact that I shit my pants, threw away my underwear in a frat bathroom, lost my socks down a drain in the front yard and still got laid... deserves some sort of a victory drink for myself or a blowjob for him since he was such a good sport.
Btw: some husbands are not impressed by me trying to snap photos of their wives camel toe.
Well his arms broken so they only cuffed his good wrist to his belt. That's how he cast smacked me in custody.
I mean he gave me an 'I owe you an orgasm' fist bump
it's pretty awkward texting you how much I want to suck your cock when I have my mom on speakerphone.
On my way
You aren't truly friends with someone until you play drinking games via text at 8:30 in the morning.
I just had a twenty minute discussion about endangered breed dog breeding with an Extremely drunk guy
So many questions...
I had sex with a boy who lives in a closet, that's like having sex with Harry Potter, right?
Don't forget my pants whenever you come over, otherwise we can't get in.
I have a dinner date combo blowjob event with Tristan tonight.
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