it's business casual sex. like no kissing, shake hands after, occasional frequency
my FASA form asked what i spent the majority of my 08 earnings on, im tempted to put "booze, blow, & blunts"
I had to throw a towel over the bottles cuz it hurts to look at them
i watched you ride a mechanical penis. nothing is awkward between us anymore.
2nd fun fact: he has a square tan line around his dick.
i know it happened because it happened right beside me, and at one point on top of me.
Just fucked in a kitchen. I never want my penis that close to knives, stoves, or blenders ever again.
His lack of social graces and moral fiber complements mine nicely.
I was fed cake in bed and then was pinned down and ridden till I came. And then fed more cake. I'm going to marry Brad. I'll put money on it.
Nothing says I love you like a silicone dragon dick
how did you set a fucking salad on fire????????
Drunk me also decided it would be funny to change all the passwords on my computer last night. Now I can't log into anything.
He said I was so drunk and high that I had a conversation w/ his goldfish. The video shows me clearly conversing as if talking to a person w/ pauses in conversation and everything
i couldn't be more explicit if i hit him upside the head with a dildo
Now I know Sunday Funday means fucking till you loose your voice.
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