I don't get it.
Me neither.
But I masturbated to it anyway.
and that's how I found out my dad doesn't believe in towels... holiday magic.
its simple. when his lips are on my clitoris i want to marry him. when they are speaking i want to kill him.
I smelled my fingers after she left and they smelt like sugar cookies. I want that one again.
you kept saying "no santa, im not having sex with you. it's not your holiday".
shes got that 'its my party i can do meth if i want to' mentality. i like that.
I think they were cool with it, they should have know if I was the host of the baby shower it was going to involve a keg and jager shots.
he tried to do a one handed cartwheel to showoff but knocked himself out cold. fuckin jagerbombs will kill that man.
Oh my God, that is a gorgeous man. And I wasn't even gay until five minutes ago.
You should fuck with them and beat off in the cup and then walk out an be like, "This was a sperm donation right?"
Well two things you gotta know if you're gonna live here. your alcohol tolerance is gonna need to go up, and people do blow. Get used to it. Nobody is gonna pressure you into it. That shits expensive
I'm covered in glow paint and I can't find my shirt. So, successful night
I have fence marks all over my body
My vape juice got mixed up with the astroglide.
Wow..I bet that tasted bad.
Not tasted.
Because talking after sexting is equivalent to cuddling after sex
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