would you consider him our boss?
technically yes
then technically i slept with our boss
i lost my life and panties somewhere between the 15th and 16th round of slap the bag.
I walk of shamed back from his dorm in costume while his dad and brother were waiting outside to drive him home. his dad apologized to me. my life never gets old.
He told me the hand job I gave him this morning was "lovely".
Oh, I'm sorry. I'd rather be "doable" than "the fat chick"
and now there are teeth marks on my dick.
We passed my parents while I was giving him road head...that awkward
Ive seen his manscaping faults. Given the choice I'd rather dry hump a cactus
You passed out with your mouth on the faucet, straddling the keg, with your arms wrapped around it
So here's a brief summary of my weekend: last night I drank four glasses of Death Punch, grabbed the toaster, said "This is mine", put it in my pants and walked out the front door.
My purpose is to unleash drunk self on strangers, i believe as some terrifying icebreaker, otherwise i too would offer my driving services.
He handed me a beer to drink as he went down on me. I want to keep him
so in other words, they broke and fell off and I ate a gummy life saver off of his balls
Here when you come to your senses come back here and I'll fuck you back out of them.
My parents heard a lamp fall and crash and the dogs were barking like crazy so my mom got up to check. she found you peeing in a corner by the tv. And you kept shhhing her.
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