I always wonder when I meet a guy from online if he needs a moment to mentally register and accept the size of my ass. maybe ill wear a dress.
it was like one of those moments where the couple runs together and kisses and everyone in the airport claps. but instead of clapping an indian guy walked by and said 'ahhhright! get some!'
lets have sex before this no shave november shit gets outta hand.
I could tell by the way he was holding my hand that he really liked you
Ask politely.
Fine. Can i please come over, hang out with you, sit around a campfire, smoke tree, listen to sublime, and fuck the shit out of you?
Thats good enough.
Also, never say you're cool with a threesome if they ask. That shit's a trap.
i know and i thought i was only capable of loving dick and drugs, im so happy
I feel more comfortable going down on her then actually kissing her.
Now he's trying to use the tornado warnings as an excuse to get head. Yeah, b/c THAT'S the last taste I want in my mouth b4 I die...
obviously my window is still shattered. they're pressure washing my condo today. i think i need a bloody mary.
Well, most of my extended family doesnt know about my love for the penis, so they dont have a reason to disown me
I CAN FEEL MY HEART BEATING MY WHOLE BODY
I just learned in class that female whales slap their fins against the water and then ten males come and fight for her yet we can't get guys to text us back
Egg rolls and cum. Not my worst snack.
Is she blowing you? I'm in the closet.
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