help me. he won't leave me alone. he just licked my ear and he's so drunk. get him off me. we're in the closet. help.
I feel like death. And death is wearing a fleece blanket as a dress. And is seriously contemplating wearing this to go get something to eat.
and I didnt even know his name until this morning when we were laying in bed and he referred to himself in the 3rd person.
My last google search was 'bulk asian wives' I don't know either
I fell asleep on the table at Denny's. Told the waitress to wake me up when my burger was there.
There is a large scratch and bruise about the size of a pizza bagel next to my vagina. Please text back if you know what happened.
My pussy is making all kinds of justifications that my mind would have no patience for if it was still in charge
It's times like this I miss having my nipples pinched
Lets go hit some boners bro!
I appreciate the acceptance and inclusion, but that's not how we gay men talk.
Well I was kicked out of the bar and woke up on a picnic table. I'd say the night was awesome!
I want to die, ON THAT, with that INSIDE ME. ironically, I sense that would be the only time I'd feel alive.
I've faked every orgasm I've ever had, I think I can fake being sick for 8 hours.
Your penis is the destroyer of worlds.
This is Ryan, Kristin's husband. I don't know if you meant to send that pic to me at 3am. You may want to call Kristin. Neat piercing though.
After we fucked we sat in bed and watched Charlie St. Cloud and he fed me ice cream. It was probably the most romantic thing I've ever done.
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