Once you see the odd facial expressions and noises a guy makes while he is furiously beating off on top of you, it kind of puts things into perspective.
don't go back without me... they'll know i'm pooping.
the young, male pastor of my church has a jesus fish tramp-stamp. I made him show me.
Ok I can't be your drugdealer AND booty call AND friend. It just doesn't work that way
I get a nice feeling when i open my fridge and see it filled with thirty beers and half a leftover jimmy johns pickle.
So there I was praying he didn't go limp again, choking on a long, long gray ball hair. This is my Saturday night. This. Is. My. Life.
Drinking Hot Toddies on the Porch and blasting bob dylans "hurricane" bring it on sandy!
I'm beginning to worry that I seem to get along best with people when I'm naked with them.
well if they don't get here soon...no fuck it, I'm going to the strip club.
You popped the Plan B pill then clapped twice, said "mischief managed" and headed tward the bar.
His dick's name has evolved from Sebastian to Big Daddy to Barbara Streisand to Barbara Walters. I think the transformation is finally complete.
Her parents are celebrating she found someone so well endowed.
Will there be champagne when they see the pay check?
Never in my life did I think i would give a blow job in the bathroom of my old elementary school. Twice.
If my dick was big enough to fuck the eye of a hurricane, I would.
wait i saw you last night?
we found you ass naked on the couch covered in pillows.
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