Like my Aunt Merial always says ... big dicks, big dicks.
the boobs are fake... i feel like i just found out santa isn't real.
She was perfectly content just sitting in the middle of everyone blowing bubbles in the air.
at which point I apparently ran in and shouted "I made the sex with that one!"
The handjob she gave me was better than the best blowjob I've ever gotten.. Just imagine the possibilities.
i distinctly remember leaping through the apartment to rescue the clam chowder burning in the kitchen
At least I know she didn't hear me crawl to my room. Or did I walk on my hands? Fuck if I know.
I got pulled into the conversation by "she sleeps with everybody" then "she" involved sleeping with "cocks the size of a viva burrito"
No fucking judgements. You know me. Chinese food vent sessions are safe places.
I have suspicion of morning wood.
How are you unsure as to the current state of your penis?
So it's ironically funny that my psychiatrist's office and my cocaine dealer's house are on the same street
You wouldn't believe how many pro-life stickers, and "show us your tits" signs there are between here and Dallas.
The ride home was alright, we hooked up in the street next to his car after he smashed into the guard rail
We do have a rich storied history of emotional warfare
i am craving dick and cupcakes
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