they ran out of cups so I just drank out of a cowbell.
It wasn't a wasted relationship. I got road-head in an Escalade. I still keep that with me.
when we asked you if you had had anything to drink tonight you looked up from the toilet while cupping the water into your hands and said "this.. just this"
I got lit on fire and andy went to jail last night. Totally unrelated incidents though.
Judging by the crutches in the living room I take it you two are fine and we aren't going out tonight?
I'm trying to spell out I love you with a series of photos of my penis, but I just realized I can't do the Y of you
He told me that "my little fuckpig" was a term of endearment in Britain. I think I'm in love.
He bought me dinner. He gave me his jacket when I was cold. And then ate me out in the passenger sear of the car.
It was weird. Like "Mom, Dad, here's a guy who knows my orgasm face".
That's what you get for dating construction workers you meet in tunnels.
I like literally had a visual image of his penis going into your soul
it still weirds me out that Robin Thicke is Alan Thicke's son
Sleeping in a car was not on my list of plans for the night.
Just a suggestion, don't apricot scrub your vagina.
Last night I actually told him I came with a washer and dryer
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