im insabelyl wasted and diont know if ill yexyed tou. call me
she looks like luggage that fell from a plane
it hurts more in the daytime
she's not even a shacker, she never made it inside. she's just a porch girl
I was just texting to see if your vagina was working yet.
Can you pinpoint the moment you decided it was acceptable to trade blow jobs for beers or was it a gradual slide?
quick, send me a pic of a fat chick eating ice cream in a bikini. no joke, no questions, just do it.
I just want to have such an intense orgasm that my heart stops and I die. I mean that would kind of suck for the guy I'm fucking but then again he could be like "I'm that good"
She was bending and I said "finally, about time". Wrong, she was tying her shoe. No blowjobs for me.
Strip mythology. Everyone wins. Most of all me.
Our motto for the night: BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT.
That's our motto every night.
I had a dream that I got you so wet that you flooded my apartment
I say I'm working from home on conference call days, but really I just mute the phone, put that shit on speaker so I can hear what's going on, and let Marcus fuck my brains out.
“before I show up tits a blazing, what’s the sexual temperature here?“
Get your dick back in here. On Saturdays, you're not allowed to leave my bed unless it's to make me bacon or coffee.
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