We could sell used underwear with pictures of us wearing them.
well most of my day revolves around power hour
He was passed out on the floor holding a beer can, rolled over switched hands and never spilled a drop. We need to practice.
i just walked in on him masterbating..to a picture of me. that definitely has to be true love.
If you ever bitch out on 72oz margarita night again, this friendship is over
There are rocks in my bed. And dirt all over my face. Explain?
I decided staying home, watching porn and masterbating was a much better choice than the gym. And I was right.
That's the ultimate walk-of-shame: running away from your own apartment and hiding in a McDonald's.
Dicks are so weird. He has kind of a feminine comforter in the background.
I'm sorry that running around town like a frenetic wombat trying to find you KY jelly isn't good enough for you.
I still think he’s a fuckboy but he’s nice to me when I’m over.\nLike sets alarms for me in the morning and always makes sure I cum.
what color bed sheets say meditative warrior but also welcome to my sex dungeon...
navy blue
The fact that you have an answer to that is why we are friends...
Watching South Park, doing sit-ups and drinking tequila. In other words, my night is going pretty good.
I'm going to use this quarantine time to improve my blowjob skills.
The progression was banging a stripper banging an unemployed stripper banging a sexual entrepreneur quarantining with benefits totally fucking whipped. Get it right dude
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