walking on gravel proved too much for her barefeet so she traded her bra for some guys sneakers.
He like poked it twice with the tip of his tongue then left it alone. I'm sad.
So this snow storm is NOT helpin my masturbation problem
Following a car with a GPS. We don't know where he's going, but he probably has a better idea of where we're going than we do. Also, very high.
Would you like me to write a persuasive essay on how you should let me suck your dick?
It was like riding a jackhammer on a train during an earthquake. THAT amazing.
I hear youre working today. To keep you entertained, ive compiled a list of condiments that my dick has NOT been slathered in since last Friday: Relish, and raspberry jam. That's right.
I just did the math. It is, in fact, cheaper to go out drinking every weekend than it would be for me to pay for a legitimate therapist. What are you doing next Friday night?
SORRY! Pervert came out for a bit. BAD PERVERT! BACK IN YOUR HOME!
Well I'm sleeping with two of them cause they have nice cars. And the third cause she has a big rack. I'm just really waiting for it all to blow up in my face so I can find a girl I'm actually interested in
Sometimes you have a glimmer of a heart and then I immediately remember you are dead inside.
I just wanted to personally thank you for throwing clementine slivers at me across the room while we made out
Man, I'm real high and googling what all my favorite figure skaters from childhood are doing now.
He hit me with his bagpipe
Isnt that against the lesbian handbook?
I suppose writing him up is more professional than keying his car.
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