you're like the Neil Armstrong of terrible hookups, you are a pioneer
he screamed my twitter name while we were having sex.
He rubs his penis on back when he think I'm sleeping
I hope your lack of response means you're banging, not talking about her purity ring.
Like, I just want to be naked rolling around in soft things.
The money is just too good to quit doing it. I'm using the same justification strippers use.
No way. Every time you have sex with him you'll end up staring into those eagle eyes and stop mid-orgasm.
The reality is I'm 24 and I have terminal breast cancer. Fuck yeah I'm going have sex with every hot guy I can. What, am I gonna worry about getting an STD or pregnant at this point? If I'm gonna die, I want to have any many big dicks as I can while I'm still able.
I started blowing him in North Dakota, and I finished the job in Minnesota. Oh, the places road head can take you.
It felt like a sumo wrestler slapped me. With a wet hand. 8 times in a row.
I'll come hang out with you guys later, but right now my parents aren't home and I have to take full advantage of being able to watch porn on full blast.
You asked for 4 things: your phone, your wallet, your keys and your denture. I stopped asking questions.
Nothing screams "crazy cat lady" like a nursery in your house when you're over 30, single and have no kids.
You kissed my hand and then put a Taco in it. Why WOUDNT I leave my husband?
Access to a Target is paramount to my general happiness and self-worth.
Randomize
