Just seeing my phone say "picture message from: Senor Floppy Cock", i knew it was going to make me smile.
You better be watching. There will be a POP quiz. Each correct answer gains you 5 more minutes of the sexual act of your choice
My clit is not a Gobstopper. Cut it out.
All you have to do is speak. Your voice reverberates strait to my vagina.
My love will cover her like lulu lemon yoga pants. Casually supportive and always complimenting your Ass.
Okay so for future reference and your own safety I should probably tell you that it is not cranberry juice in that bottle on the kitchen table.
It got heated then she just left and I was all alone in the women's restroom.
Besides. I don't even really like sex because it feels great. I like it because for thirty minutes I own that guys ass.
After that song played in the club all he kept drunkenly saying was "Birdman goes brrrrrr"
I'm the one on the patio wearing underwear. Holding a pipe. Pigtail and glasses. Can't miss me.
And I don't know if this is really ESP, or just a crazy feeling, but I'm pretty sure he has an std. Or at least a cold.
Please hurry. I'm the only one here who's not an attorney with a trophy wife.
it's pizza time hurry your sexcapades
Yeah, I've hit on priests at bars, too. Such a shame, there are a lot of hot men out there who've devoted themselves and their glorious genitalia to the Lord -_-
No he reached for my hand at the beach. I pretended to be a seagull.
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