Come to wood. Julia is putting pants on. We must stop her.
Once you see the odd facial expressions and noises a guy makes while he is furiously beating off on top of you, it kind of puts things into perspective.
I gave him a blowie and after he said he wanted to send a giftbasket to the girl we met through.
you called to congratulate me on being the reason you lost never have i ever
He blow dried my hair while I sucked his dick. Now THAT'S fucking teamwork.
I just had sex on a bear rug. My life is complete.
Will you just get over yourself and come over here and give me that dick...then you can go back home and continue to cry over us breaking up. Thank you
I told you in the isle if you get the one that vibrates that I masturbating with it. Your fault.
Bullshit. You owe me a toothbrush.
You want to complain about your sex life to me? Right now mine consists of trying to masturbate lightly enough not to wake her up with bed shakes. Go. Fuck. Yourself.
Would I waste your time for mediocre porn?
It's like a harem of immaturity and bad ideas...and that's coming from me
I wanted one last NYC adventure and I got it. Now I just have to figure out a polite way to wake up the pantless former stripper illegal Russian immigrant street violinist chick currently in a vodka coma in my bed.
Like I said, all hypothetical...unless, of course, you'd be into that. My heart may skip a beat.
Cheyanne in woods. Ducks attacked. My toe is bleeding. We are gpsing our way home on foot. No worries
I got snowed in at my parent's. everyone's asleep so I'm smoking a joint in my old room and watching Tarzan on a 12" tv.
They must be so glad to have you home...
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