There's a "art of the blow job" class in the city. We should go
Baby, I'm all set with that. That would be like trying to teach bruce lee how to kick someone in the head
and next time when you feel me up, do it right
You don't give head? I'm offended and I don't even have a cock...
You then began crawling around in the grass with a magnifying class saying you were searching for the magic school bus.
you were passed out in your cheese fries by the time he brought out your second order of french toast.
just had to shower sitting down. i hope this isn't an indicator of how the rest of my week is going to go.
When were having sex he was mumbling some guys name. If he wasn't as hot as he is I'd be concerned.
You insisted on drinking champagne out of the dog bowl
Well I'm 85-90% sure that he licked syrup off my body, but no guarantees...
Also. I plan to spend time with you at boomers, high, teaching ourselves how to pee standing up.
I remember having the weirdest thoughts and thinking our room was a compass and we were in the compass or something.
I also point out to everyone that she looks like DJ's gf on Roseanne.
we got cupcakes after we fucked. gives a whole new meaning to sugar daddy
I mean we don't talk anymore but I still see him around wearing that sweater he stole from me after we had sex
I think I got into an argument with my cat's former owner about what a BDSM relationship entails.
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