You're my spirit guide. This has to do with oatmeal cream pies.
Hovering on the line between her being fuckable and me being too drunk to fuck. Life's juggling act in progress here.
Some guy in lab is humming along to a Sara Barrilles song. Or maybe I'm just hearing the song echoing in his huge, gaping vagina.
These days, you and me are swimming in dicks.
Marco
Polo
You know our reunion in two weeks shall be a drunken bikini clad magical adventure right
He just told me what he wants for his birthday. "a noise complaint" he also said he wants to be the cause of all the noise but he won't be the one making the noise.
Drank a beer through my butt, how's your initiation going?
I heard moaning and ass slapping and sponge bob.
He's the conductor of the struggle bus
I RODE THAT FINE PIECE OF STRUGGLE BUS
Who needs sounds of the ocean? I just fall asleep to whatever chubby he is banging next door.
Maybe if I get to know him I'll stop wanting to fuck his wife so much.
The language barrier was annoying .... So we just had sex. That is how you deal with not being able to chat isn't it???
I wanna stuff your vagina full of Reese's peanut butter hearts and eat you clean
Oh no...did you put star fish over your nipples again?
Give me a few. Gonna ride the rollercoaster.
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