he kept looking at my chin until i asked why, then he just said he was making sure his balls didnt leave a mark.
he kept bringing up different times we had sex and i wouldnt say anything back. i would never confirm nor deny the situation...like a politician ya kno
she was seriously choking and the whole time all he kept saying was "that's what she said"
we were sitting in the bathtub when she came in with her grandpas cane adn beat us until lindsay passed out
I woke up to him peeling the skin on my stomach from my sunburn. If he wasn't so good in bed I'd be a little freaked out.
I just realized the only way to play Edward forty-hands is commando in a skirt. This intelligence kick is really doing me justice.
I'm looking for mother nature. And when I find her, I'm looking her right in the eyes and telling her to fuck off.
I feel like, for the first time today, we had a healthy yolo.
Only you could make a stripper uncomfortable by eye fucking her too much.
He is more interested in finding his sweater than he is in having sex with me. It better be a great fucking sweater.
Shia just rubbed his beard the way I do all the time and maybe he's my soul sister. This live stream is life changing.
I ended up changing her contact in my phone to "O Great Potato".
He walked into me masturbating to a framed picture of Bill Murray riding a t-rex
Humming the Indiana Jones theme song as my hand makes its way to his dick.
So, is Canada considered an excessive distance to go for a booty call? Asking for a friend...
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