D3 body, D1 cock
Coming home soaking wet at three am and trying to convince the front desk man that we came from the library might have worked if I wasn't also roaring at everything.
Judging by the crutches in the living room I take it you two are fine and we aren't going out tonight?
I tipped the hot bartender my entire wallet. Again.
Why is there a school picture of an 8 year old boy in my pocket...?
Its important to me that you know there is a tambourine down my pants.
So instead of asking me for my number, he asked for my dad's because he wanted to "thank the man that helped create those tits."
Who knows? Maybe we can sing afternoon delight into each other's genitals.
He's German, so by default he gets to fuck me.
Just participated in the saddest thing: Cheetos. Handjob. I have lost at life
I'm pretty sure the guy who was grinding on me while I was trying to get a drink at he bar was one of my tinder matches
I think I pulled a boob muscle during phone sex
HE LEFT ME THE DAY AFTER I LET HIM PEE ON ME. If you date him after that, I'll leave the fucking PLANET.
I know you're having some issues right now but can we focus on the gangbang?
He's got a british accent, a tounge ring, and he's wearing an eye patch... Of corse I'm fucking him
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