My right nipple has been called many things but never a ghost pig
he is the anna nicole to my 90 year-old billionaire. i'm grateful that he's fucking me, so i'm buying him shit.
his dick got so hard in his pants and it broke his zipper
stumble upon led me to how to make wine in prison, followed by wedding dresses. it knows my life too well
Nothing kills the mood when I am hooking up on the dance floor like the DJ saying Happy Valentines.
lets just say that i have already today: gotten drunk, got in a fight, got stranded an hour away from home, found a ride, sobered up, and slept. woken back up, and here i am. its been a long day. Day drinking is bad for friendships.
... I went down on him at the movies. I feel like Alanis Morisette.
I'm just saying, margarita tuesday would turn anyone gay.
I won the booty shaking contest by mooning the whole bar
You called my nipples compassionate. What does that even mean?
I'm convinced he's the patron saint of oral sex
So I spent all night thinking my bed was floating down a river and telling the cats to get on the bed because they were going to float away. Percocet is strong shit.
Getting a blow job while breaking up with my gf helps cope with the pain... Kinda weird her best friend is giving me the BJ
I know you're having some issues right now but can we focus on the gangbang?
I'm at forever 21 and someone pooped in the dressing room.
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