I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
Come downstairs. Moms serving wine for breakfast again.
I think I broke a hole in her wall trying to do backflips
He tried to give me a shoulder massage while i peed in the neighbors bushes to "make it more relaxing."... I let him... That drunk
You should fuck with them and beat off in the cup and then walk out an be like, "This was a sperm donation right?"
No one suspects that a sweet girl who is excited about her anniversary with her bf just blew her partner at work in a communal area a few hours ago, so its cool.
I'm horny too so maybe we will both recap our regrets on Sunday
Of course it may just be the context. A dish of dog food would look lovely next to your breasts.
I wore home his HoHoHo boxers. I've never felt such a connection to an article of clothing.
We christened the whole apartment and fucked on the balcony. It was amazing. I'm 100% sure downtown heard me climax. Now we can unpack.
i knew my hormones were back to normal when i went to ikea and didn't want to fuck any of the workers
I don't think I have face palmed that many times in such a short period. And I've worked tech support.
I feel like I should have held a press conference. The state of my vagina
Stop talking and go back to bed. You're in the kitchen in your underwear and slept in your car.
Have I told you i love you?
there's no need we are two peas in a naughty pod of fuckery
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