We can make salsa ya know, maybe even some hot sauce. That doesn't mean we're married.
I sent you an email today but due to work restrictions, I had to misspell choke sex
Last night we were drunk and talking about rude things, I mentioned felching and had to explain it to everyone. Everyone was disgusted and asked how I knew about such filth and I told them you told me. Don't get mad. Also a quck heads up, you might get gifts of straws at work,
I'm watching tv and he's trying to stick a vibrator in my ass
my debutante medallion kept hitting his balls when i went down on him
Too late. I'm going over there. I'm a bad example for all women: Do as I say, not who I do.
Well, you're either very drunk or very high but I'll let it slide because I love any type of conversation concerning cheese.
Did he make you just lay your head next to his cock and talk to it again?
After he came all he could say was how great the lighting fixtures where in my apartment.
the question is "speedos?" and the answer is "yes".
110% paid for our cab with a lap dance
And regarding bottomless mimosas stopping at 1 pm, there was a chick who drove her car into the back of the bar. Blame that bitch, not you peeing in the koi pond.
long story short, he tried to fuck me standing up, toppled over, and now I have four stitches next to my eye
Have you ever gotten such awesome underwear you wish you didnt have to wear pants?
I don't know what that means but it's making me want to fuck you.
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