There's a "art of the blow job" class in the city. We should go
Baby, I'm all set with that. That would be like trying to teach bruce lee how to kick someone in the head
I either date the nice guys or the assholes. There isn't any in between.
You need to find a taint.
Listen, I'm 30. If it doesnt involve a super soaker and some chicken wings, you can count me out.
By the way, I think my next facebook status update will read, "Aaron recently found out Vanessa's a screamer."
oh god.
as we were stuffing their 24 of beer into our bags you kept saying you wanted cheese strings. closest things we found were kraft singles. as the guys came up the stairs you kept screaming 'GET THE CHEESE! GET THE CHEESE!'
Your kinda stuck between a rock and his hard dick on this one..
90 In a 65. Talked my way out of it with the i have to poop story. i am the ticket jesus
My complete lack of self respect has really improved my blow job technique
he fucked my hip out of place.
On the back of that comment, I've formed a theory that as a result of my brainwashing your drunk self actually believes that beards are your calling.
Ok wear gym clothes just in case we feel like going shitfaced to the gym
About to go get a free burrito for kissing a bald man in public
Wish me luck. My vagina needs it.
May his noodley appendage touch you.
He ate me out for an eternity. Like fell asleep, woke up, and he was still doing it.
Listen, you can either give me drugs or an orgasm. You decide.
Randomize
