Sry I called you an 8
i have one hour to talk myself into enjoying giving him a blow job when i get home
Lame. Party is tapping out at 4am. Even chanting "USA" didn't rally them.
I think all the stress in my life right now can be directly correlated with never winning a game of Bop It as a child.
Mid stroke she told me she'd had bigger. Replied I could tell. Sex ended right at that moment.
Last night I went to spank her while she was riding me and sack-tapped myself.
thanks again for a nice night (and please don't fuck my boss)
Apparently nothing brings out sympathy in a barista like asking if they have a hangover special
i don't find him as attractive when he's dressed as himself...bring back Indiana jones and I would so fuck him again
I'm in the line at Chipotle thinking: "What combo will best prepare my body for the open bar I'm going to subject it to tonight?"
Just wiped the ashes off my forehead before he came over to have sex. Definitely going to hell.
There was a clear and well defined point last night where I could've decided to go home but no now I've woken up with glitter all over my nuts and potentially an std or 2
Umm... When he walked in I shot him with my confetti gun... It's a wonder my booty calls even show up.
don't let your emotions get tangled in that sexy beard of his.
Is it just me or did we have a heart to heart talk while you were naked last night?
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