I'm outside your house...sorry I feel like I don't need formal invites anymore.
At one point during the moaning he reminded me of Forrest Gump
I was literally just a half conscious dildo.
i was congratulating myself on not falling down the stairs when i walked into the wall. it's like one step forward, two steps into the fucking wall
I wish I could but I can't. No beer pong or sex on a hammock...such an unproductive weekend
Tid bit for you to add to your "what to expecting when you're expecting to lose your virginity" book... Sex on nyquil is cheaper and BETTER than sex on esctacy AND you sleep like a champ after so you're not able to think about any bad decisions made.
This isn't fair. Why can't sober me be good at bejeweled?
Only you two could pull off a partner swap with honeymooners
Chose not to courtesy flush and the CEO huffed the result. I feel powerful.
I'm treating this like a real date. My boobs aren't even out.
I'm so proud, I have tears
I caught a glimpse of his penis. I can only imagine what your mom's vagina goes through because of that penis
Started out playing table tennis then ended up fucking him on the table. Happy cinco de mayo
Mid-fucking he screams "YOU CAN'T VOTE FOR TRUMP"
I literally heard an 'oh my god' when the shirtless Tongan appeared.
Also, I'm not that drunk, but I'm thinking of pulling the blinds all the way up and casting some porn up onto the living room TV to establish dominance over our neighbors.
Randomize
