i'm having a wet tshirt contest with myself and yet i'm still losing
I need your advice and before you say it, no, it cannot be solved by a blow job
You clearly don't understand the power you wield with your mouth.
She keeps referring to it as an "us" Either she is seriously mistaken on what fuck buddies are or she learned another meaning of the word "us"
I woke up in a place I've never been before, with people I've never met before using me as a table for domino's.
I'm playing a game where i judge myself by whats in my cart. Also have 3 bright red giant buckets
her mom went out of her way to book us a room with separate beds... her level of gay denial is in beast mode
I showed up to a booty-call in my onesie pajamas and rubber boots
My night was too much. My morning is even more. Help. I need to teleport the fuck out of here.
also new logic of mine : I fuck a Scottish kid , Scotland national animal is a Unicorn airgo I've come close to fucking a unicorns descendent, mother always said dreams come true
I've been back for one day and I've already given two bjs. Improvement from last year.
If I die it's either cuz I undercooked my burger or because I used questionable cheese. I have no pants on, so if there's a wellness check, you go in first.
Why does everyone always assume I'm fucking their boyfriends?
You are fucking her boyfriend.
You challenged a dog groomer that she couldn't cut human hair ... How's the shaved head
Jus had a dream that I borrowed bob dylans car to save us from a pack of raptors. Pretty stoked about it.
Met the hot new neighbor. She's into country music and giving really good bjs. Latter made up for the former.
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