Dude, I just had an awesome rave/orgy with like bunch of hot Asian chicks on a cable car. It was like being in a Gwen Stefani video, cept w/o the bad spelling
God, I love San Francisco.
so she asking me "is it okay to have dangling labias?"
He was wearing a Knicks jersey I had to go home with him. it was a rough season.
it was a weeks worth of wine for $20. it would have been fiscally irresponsible to not buy it.
This is one of those times where I really wish my vagina could tell me what happened last night.
I maybe late, he's in a peeing contest with the neighbor's dog. Currently he's in the lead.
He calls it "his noble steed" and i plan to ride it.
Until you find your self finger banging supergirl in the middle of the dance floor while her friends are passing around for luigi mustache for a photo op, YOU HAVE NOT HIT MY LEVEL
I want "hickeys on my ass" sex
My vagina loves me do-dah do-dah my vagina loves me do-dah do-dah
I picture you throwing your vagina around in the same fashion that they pass out candy at a parade.
I am a 5'4" ball of sexual frustration and vodka. It is that kind of night.
I can feel my teeth in 4 dimensions. I shouldnt be this high at 8 in the morning.
I threw your vagina at him like a grenade. And sweet Jesus he caught it like a champ
have fuck
*fun
actually forget it have a fuck too it'll do you good
My GF, FWB and Side piece are all booty calling me. I’m a victim of my sexual success
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