Jesus people on campus asked me what i do for joy. I said i love sinning especially pre-marital sex.
I hate that the only Italian aspect of me is I get red and sweaty when I drink
you sang the finger bang song from south park while fingering me. needless to say, kind of a turn off.
I think this breakup is Gods way of telling me I deserve a bigger dick
when life gives you lemons, puke and rally.
He just gave himself a boner while driving using "the power of his mind"
bleeding from the face, sitting in a shopping cart and holding a wad of ripped caution tape. what else would i be doing?
we knew we'd be okay when we walked up to the dealers house and he asked us to please be quiet as to not wake his nana.
It looks like sephora exploded on his dick, so i assumed I was the second girl that gave him head that night.
I don't think people appreciate how hard it is to fuck in a portapotty. Sarah and I had train for that shit.
She's working this semester. Her dad saw he was listed as 'the atm' on her phone and cut off tuition for three months.
I'm dipping store brand pepperoni pizza in bacon flavored ranch dressing. Obesity tastes so good.
You're like the fucking Mozart of sexting.
So I almost broadcasted the porn from my phone to the boardroom chrome cast
she grabed my junk and started making lightsaber noises
I wonder if you could get her in a metal bikini
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