This is some kinda fucked up sordid doggy brothel peepshow bullshit.
no, there's no challenge. I live a humble lifestyle out of virtue.
You wear Armani Exchange.
My mom just found some of our lube mixed in with my box of pots and pans. I hate moving home.
I made out with him with my retainers in. My drunken hook-ups get lazier and lazier.
They told me you were taking cheese cube shots and chasing them with barbecue sauce... Is this true?
Its kind of weird knowing that im only seeing you that day to fuck in some woods
I was basically shocked at how calmly you accepted my violently shoving a french fry in your mouth.
We did it to 80's cardio music. Talk about a workout.
By NOT going to the gym, I'm helping my future. I don't want stripping, prostitution, or porn to be viable money making options.
That's too much drama for once a month dick... that's in-house dick drama only
I just walked by a dude at the gym covering himself in olive oil.
The clothing optional portion of the night began around midnight. Then we did disgusting things to each other. It was beautiful.
I need to get some goddam control over my hormones
What happened to your back?
Rug burn. My ass is even worse.
I need like a billion tiny bottles of alcohol to put in the patron pinatas
Randomize
