Still workable. Pretty sure i told her i'd eat her out in the woods.
we ran out of wine so you tried to make some by throwing grapes and nail polish remover in a blender.
all ten of us were sitting in his room with the lights off and staring at his colorful moving screensaver for two hours. That high.
last night we were having sex and i didn't care if i got off. i was just holding up my hand behind his head so i could look at my new ring. i think he knew.
there are ass prints on the hood of my car.
Wow just saw this. Nothing like a little anal sex to ring in 2012.
And now she's hand feeding me pork rines and showing me her angry birds high scores. This is Vegas.
So I think before Superbowl weekend begins we should all take a look back on last year and learn from our pitfalls... AKA no touchdown shots and kitchen crying.
NO. ANAL IS NOT A GAME.
I'm going to take a nap so I don't feel like a stripper sneezed in my mouth tomorrow morning at work.
I literally just force feed a guy flintstone vitamins after sex
One does not fall in love, one falls flat on the their face after leaving a bar
At this point, I'd date an ax murderer. So long as he doesn't cry all the time, have ED, or leave me with his unspayed cat. My list of requirements is becoming increasingly specific.
Like actually I will be single and sad and lonely for ever. Cheese will be my life partner. Robot sex is my future.
I don't care what you say about him, his cock is the stuff dreams are made of.
The guy i took home was a circus freak. He jerked off 3 times in front me after we had sex. And he came every time.
Randomize
