basically theres shrimp everywhere. splattered on the walls, in the carpet, its bad. ohh theyre never gonna get the smell out.
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
The bottle I was drinking out of splintered on the bottom, there was glass in my hand, I pulled it out with my teeth... Not the best night for Drunk Kevin
Let me start this apology by saying I'm sorry that I bit your penis.
red lips, whiskey sips, shaking hips, nipple slips. my life as a rap song.
Bro, I just googled 36 year old pussy so when I do see it I won't be shocked.
First of all guys don't have walks of shame. Secondly there is nothing more epic than riding the skytrain in a toga while everyone else is going to work
the reputation of my dick game is on the line. You're killing the team, here, G
Watching Faye Reagan porn all weekend for St Patty's day. Nothing has ever seemed more appropriate.
I just destroyed that poor boy. Picked him up and put him wherever I wanted, it was like the Pride version of Elf on a Shelf.
Also, apparently I'm only coherent when I'm drunk sexting. And then I'm grammatically perfect and impressively eloquent.
I have four things I would like to do over summer too... Problem is they're all roommates
Love it. I wish you see me right now. I'm counting cash on my bed with no shirt on, beauty and the beast sound track on blast. Fucking creepin it up.
Finding my pants in the morning should not make me this proud
I feel like 20 angels jizzed in my mouth. This cupcake is DELICIOUS!
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