I think I just was a dick to Paul Rudd.
I had so many friends before that round of Never Have I Ever.
I'm still amazed at how you managed to puke in every plant on the whole top floor at the mall without a single person noticing and without missing a step.
He let me keep his flannel as a "good job" for the great head I gave him.
now I know why they wanted me to come. apparently gay guys are stripper magnets
Come over, I want to eat cookie dough off your dick.
I got us a lift home. Payment may require me giving road head, are you cool just chilling in the back seat pretending to be oblivious to this happening?
She's drunk as hell locked up I. The bathroom with my shoes where do I go from here
She gave me what I will now dub a "hurricane sandy". Loud, wet and sloppy BJ that made me want to stay home and complain about shit on the Internet
Like for real, is your junk ok? I have to look after my investments.
Competitive oral. I'm always telling girls they are only the fourth, maybe third, best blowjob I've had. They go back down with something to prove.
His pick-up lines are quotes from Doctor Who. Of course I fucked him.
I don't want my liquor store dad to judge me...
Even after hearing me fuck his friend twice in one night, he still follows me around like a puppy.
Do you ever just want to be mashed potatoes?
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