Thanks for the three minutes of sex tonight.
At Wal-Mart last night I watched two guys scramble for $4.34 to pay for a pack of ping pong balls and red solo cups. They had to put the .34 on a credit card. Winter break begins!
After that we used the in-room hotel coffee pot to warm up some queso. it was brilliant
I bought a zebra print bikini, I'm gonna be honest here- if he doesn't want to have sex with me in this, he's gay.
there was this guy running across campus barefoot in the pouring rain stepping in all the puddles. i want his life. and i want to be stripper.
Not enough clothes on. Not enough vagina. Not enough drugs in my body.
I've never seen a homeless man jog to get off the bus and then run to his panhandling spot because he's "late for work," but you see something new every day.
I might as well rub my vagina against it before I throw it away.
I won the booty shaking contest by mooning the whole bar
I just came so hard I growled. Definitely found my gspot.
I woke up with Pop Rocks stuck to my ass
I feel as if I need Plan B just being in the same room as them for more than 5 minutes.
so an orgy is about to happen in the next room if you wondered where i am currently at in life
i want george washington to fuck me as hard as he can holy shit
Would you be so kind as to inform your husband that my truck is forever cursed by mashed potatoes and it's his fault.
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