And there I was, sitting Indian style on the kitchen floor, my fingers covered in peanut butter.
Weer fine. went to buiy cigxs, but hes theonly one waering shoes. He caem out wti chicke fingers instead. whatecer, there th 8 dollar kind.
I think mounting someone proves who's house this is
God you people are gross. Come collect your unconscious friend.
There's a treasure map on your stomach. Treasure may or may not be the clothes you lost...enjoy
Is putting "Tonight I'm Fucking You" on my date playlist too forward?
stop calling me dude. finger blasting me officially kills you being able to call me dude.
Getting stoned at work has never been a good idea, but im always more than willing to give it another chance
I'm using the bullet from my cock ring to massage out my tmj lock jaw from giving too much head.
I have a hunch Mama J got around.
Am I allowed to say that about my own mom?
Found my ex-boyfriend's money stash. Call the girls, we are getting fucked up tonight, my treat.
Looks better than the half a blow job I got the other night which I had to finish myself. From a chick I refer to simply as "mom jeans".
Yes I am wallowing. There is a significant lack of cookie dough
people need to understand when I say I don't want to drink anymore that doesn't mean tempt me with another bottle of Jose Cuervo.
there is another microwave in the elevator.
Randomize
