Different chick, same blowjob, same parking lot.
i'm using a wine bottle as a spitter. how classy is that.
It's an acquired taste. Like keystone. Or caviar.
He was in me and said I can't believe this happened because of facebook. MOOD KILLER.
just wondering who decided to put a cup of throw up in my fridge
He came into the hospital yelling "HEY EVERYBODY! REMEMBER ME?"
He kept surfacing with a delighted look on his face, guessing different types of food to try to figure out what makes my pussy taste so good.
Dude. The girls called me over to see what they had in their dorm. They snuck in a pigeon in a cardboard box. They named it Quincey. They swear they're sober.
Not much, just your average college male Sunday cleaning period blood out of the carpet.
Tell me you're kidding.
Besides scarred, I'm not much of anything right now.
I only see on penis in this picture but I assume there is another lurking out of sight.
I was trying to fart in my sleep in the hopes that he would leave
pesky things like morals, self-preservation and cowardice are not needed. overkill is nothing but a word. there will be blood.
My booty call made my bed while I was in the shower. I may have to marry him.
I just chased my birth control with Smirnoff. Shit's about to go down.
The smell of pee and coconut conditioner still makes me think of him
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