She punched me in the face after i pulled it out and grabbed my cell phone. Ill be the one hiding in the bushes with one shoe.
I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
if i were reduced to my simplest elements, i would be jizz and glitter.
He asked me to grab his balls and yell "thats a spicy meat-a-ball" Last time I do requests.
drunk tastebuds have low standards.
this is the second time this week i got a blowjob from a crying girl.
I'll call it a relationship when I stop masturbating after he goes to sleep
She just passive-aggressively stripped in the kitchen while humming the theme to Doug.
Come on. I'll make you hot pockets. Literally and sexually.
Even with having the shower running and music on everyone could hear the alcohol gods making me sacrifice my dignity and meals from the past week.
Apparently after awhile self preservation trumps libido. This is new news to me.
All of her cloths were on our coffee table this morning. The only things she left with last night were her shoes and Scott
You kept asking us from the backseat if you were driving ok and then you kept talking to your hiccups and yelling at them to "stop it already!"
Your boobs stole my birthday thunder!
We need a rematch, I think my pussy was on vacation the other night.
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