nothing tight i'm going to stuff myself with food and alchy
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
It's noon and i am somehow drinking by myself in a jazz tent in broad daylight.
I just saved him in my contacts as "Has 2 kids.. don't drunk text"
According to the stories I've heard I decided I was a stuntman after my 6th shot of Jack
i will be blacked out in the shower. come get me. 20 mins.
get back quick. that 17 year old who peed on your car wants to do shots.
I can feel my moral fiber fraying.
Apparently, "please don't I have to be in court tomorrow" is not a valid excuse for a girl to abstain from giving a massive hickey.
Found your counterpart from cali. Walked into the bar we were in with milk and a donut, ordered a beer and said anything his group wanted was on his tab....dangerous
Apparently duct taping your dick to your buttcheks before the first time she goes down on you isn't as funny as projected. She cried because she thought I was a girl the whole time.
I guess I just don't understand how the two main issues with your ex involve a cock ring and a Christmas tree
They need to eat meat, go down on me the first time, every time, and know how to pull my hair. And there's a height requirement for this ride
Can't. I'm doing shots with my mom.
After we finish having sex, he smokes an honest to God pipe. It's like fucking a big, sexy Sherlock Holmes...
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