i'm only drinking out of pineapples from now on.
Dude sorry i couldnt seem to spell any words right in the texts i sent you last night
I felt like a fucking code breaker.
foreplay: 7 minutes. sex: 3 minutes. cuddling: 10 minutes. getting dressed: 5 minutes. commute: 5 minutes.
Balcony sex scratched the shit out of my phone. Whups.
What's the big deal? you guys fuck
3 times is my limit. I don't even want to know you exist after 3 times
you kept going on about how you couldnt haven been the one throwing up because you were peeing in circles.
I just used 'come play with my balls' as a legitimate booty call attempt. And it worked.
he's hot he just has too much baggage, and has really fucking skinny ankles which freaks me out
you aren't having sex with his ankles, As long as knee caps and above are good, i'd go for it
Also what is the name of Americas thing where we had a holy obligation to expand westward? I'm going name my new lighter that.
Jesus christ it's been two texts and we are already talking about dildos
My cousin is passed out in my room, so I just masturbated in my walk-in closet. Apparently I get off on danger. Make note of that.
I stole a tiki torch last night and just returned it. Things have been better.
I wonder how many people I can tell that he has one nut before he finds out it's me spreading it.
FYI the blow job was for papa johns pizza
I regret 8000% nothing
OH MY GOD did i pee on you?!
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