I have a pretty basic diameter of my vaginal abyss. I'm sure it won't hurt.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I wasn't fucked. I was just drunk, because i was still able to walk into the woods and masterbate.
is wine microwaveable?
Cant decide who was more of a mess the morning after... me when i passed out in the bathroom stall or you when you sprayed yourself down with hairspray thinking it was sunblock
So I purposely left a bunch of metal in my pockets so that the smokin hot TSA officer would give me a pat down. Airport security just got fun
all i know is that each time we woke up we were at a different chinese restaurant. help.
I don't know if it was his cologne or his Jesus hair, but he was much more fuckable than last time I saw him.
Now that I think about it, it may have been the 6 pitchers of beer.
What do you need? A swimsuit and a liver of steel? What else?
He sent me a mirror pic of himself and sent it to me and all i could think about was the amazing bong hits i took with his roommate in that bathroom.
all I'm saying is that my epic blow jobs have made grown professional football players cry in ecstasy
you got coffee,laid,and a sandwich. that never happens when I work
Is posting a pic on insta of my previously dyed blue pubes socially acceptable?
I was so high I could TASTE the fillings in my teeth
My moral compass kept pointing to his penis.
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