All I remember about walking back home was that I maced my shadow.
I'll throw in a blow job for your kind ways. Or another booty call. I'm poor and not very imaginative. This is all I have to offer- the unicorn like wonders of my vagina.
what's the name of that soccar player i bit again?
I smoked a bowl while he ate me out, you need to change your major to match making asap. You are a guru of love.
i feel like pizza bites are my only friend right now
Not even desperate vagina wants small cock.
Glad to hear you raised your standards
Like lay upon bear skin rugs, drink brandy and reminisce of the yesteryear's before a majestic fire place? Because those are my plans.
stop calling me dude. finger blasting me officially kills you being able to call me dude.
Makes Sense, i generally dont want the same person two days in a row. Its like what i pick for supper, i like variety
There was probably a tattoo above her soulless vagina that read 'it's a trap!' Yet you ignored it
No. We can't get pedicures until my toenails grow back.
Nobody likes ball hair. Not even gay dudes
So his dick was definitely bigger than it looked in all the pictures he sent my daughter.
I swear to God if you start calling your dick “my pegasus” we’re not friends anymore
And he kept lifting up his shirt every few minutes to check if his nipples were still there
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