I walked into his living room and saw him watching the play-offs while eating tomato paste out of the can with a bottle of wine. I'm telling you to stop talking to him. now.
I don't think so, think I've only met him once, the night I lost my teeth
He told her, Don't talk. Just sit there so I can imagine that you have the kind of personality I wish you had.
well in DOG beers, i've only had one
Feel like I died but someone put me In a human microwave and I got back to life.
I think I may have just taught my whole hall how to give a good blow job. So this is college.
God dammit. My lube leaked all over my passport
Ok. You have started something that can only end with a picture of the inside of my butthole. It may happen today or next year, but it's on my agenda.
I'm glad you enjoyed the night but why were you calling me "daddy"?
I pack a first-aid kit when I DD for you. What does that tell you about your partying? For what I see and do, paying my food and gas for the night is a goddamn BARGAIN.
He's good looking but he really sounds like kermit the frog, can you imagine how fucking him would sound like?
I'm a girl who met my last three bfs in gay clubs. Think I'm doing something wrong?
I hate when pubes grow back. My mons is a warzone.
I kinda wanna drive through the Gator bar parking lot and seeing if my panties are on they ground, they should be right next to my pride...
she referred to her cum as “pussy butter” so needless to say we had a good night
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