Confirm your location. A cross street is best, but if google mapping yourself is your least-shameful option go for it. ps- going through his mail for an actual address is always an option.
my mom just asked me, concerned, if I swallowed.
You were mumbling a lot and offered me 20 dollars to leave you alone
he drove an hour to get eggs with me not even a blow job, just eggs.
This wouldn't happen so much if fat girls would just stop being so damn easy.
I can't leave. She doesn't trust me and my penis being out in the world without supervision.
When hitting a Woodchuck bottle with a machete, glass will fly back and cut your face.
I hope you did not try this.
I'm the saddest girl in a tutu right now.
I had a face to face conversation with her vagina, asking it not to make me look bad.
exhale infront of a fan. self shotgun.
It's pretty self explanatory. You tried to have sex on the hood of a car in front of everyone
I've seen too many dicks in the past week. I can't do it anymore.
Oh, don't mind me, that's just my vagina rattling.
sooo, that video of you eating lasangna with the strobe going magically reappeared on my phone
Apparently his ex was into edging and did it to him so much that it takes forever for him to cum
I hate you and your multiple orgasm sexcapades
Randomize
