Good luck! Who knows he might be a stallion in the bedroom! or it could be like having sex with a crayon.
you yelled "you will never make love to jesus" and then ran into the tv.
I dont know why people are racist. Both the mexicans and the irish gave us holidays where everyone drinks on a wednesday.
he kept asking me if i had been in a pool or a lake recently, i didnt want to say i know where the swimmers ear came from. shower sex.
Just mixed vicodin and mucinex. This cold just got fun.
He snuck out of bed at 9 am and came back with pizza and a bottle of wine. I think I'm in love!
the point of no return was when you "drugged" his drink with glitter. face-planting on his dick was beyond.
I wish! That ended in 2001 when we all got collectively band from the Settle Inn. As a group we are also band from social events at the zoo. It's impressive really.
Besides you're a Tennessee fan and it'd be against my religion to have your penis inside me today.
We were cuddling in his bed and I asked him a question and followed by making a microphone with my hand and told him to speak into it. If he never talks to me again that's probably why.
Alvin just won tickets on the radio. I guess he's out of jail.
Sundays were made for eating Ramen pantless in bed.
I texted him back and I am so nervous I may vomit up all of the soup I just ate.
fucking him is like fucking old faithful. you could set your watch by his orgasms.
Right before he dumped me... he got a really ugly pair of pants. They were twill pants. A pinkish color. When I'm sad... I picture him in them. It makes me smile.
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