It's just you. You wear the fuck me fedora and wear baller shorts, hollywood hippie who thinks she is shakira when she's drunk.
well i was about to unbutton his pants but then i realized they had an elastic waste-band, so no, that didnt happen
I have the Lakers game on, but all I can think about is having sex with you. Not sure what you've done here.
I woke up while squatting on top of my bed peeing on my comforter and my laptop
That's what you get for drunk dialing me to ask what kind of flowers I like while outside of a strip club, after telling me you "made it rain"
And apparently midway I said "hurry up and finish so we can talk about what a bad idea this was"
he may be homeless but his dick however is not... anymore.
I still have his teeth marks on the base of my penis. You didnt miss much
My mom opened up my bank statement today....my first alcohol intervention class is at 7:30am tomorrow.
I'll have party bus drop you off in the morning.
You know what would make the espn body photos even better? If anyone knew who any of those fucking athletes were. That, and maybe not feature Gary Player.
We were fucking and his phone rang and it was his grandma. He just had a conversation with his grandma while fucking me from behind. Then his dad called and asked him what he wanted from taco bell.
She deliberately backed into the homewrecker's whoremobile and yelled ""FOR SPARTA!"
Like I don't care that he's a drug dealer, but I have a problem with his inefficient and ineffective business model.
At some point the phrase "I've hit rock bottom" stopped having a meaning and became my general state of life
I dont know. He's too private. After you fuck him find out his secrets.
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