TYLER... glimpse of last night: leather chaps, guacamole dip, a jump rope, spray paint, and rhinestone studded pajamas.
i think you have the wrong number... but your story sounds delightful.
Mines from giving head on hardwood floors.
I told her I had to go to work this morning, got fully dressed in a suit, walked her out, drove around the block, parked, and walked right back in my apt and went back to sleep..
You should have seen her outfit yesterday. It was like pretty woman before Richard Gere gave her money to buy a new outfit.
She is only going home with him in hopes to give him herpes. She has been plotting some master revenge since 7th grade.
Im just saying it can't be that bad if he drove himself to the er. We'll head that way when we finish playing scattergories
Do not deep throat a rocket pop, it WILL go into your lungs, and you may die.
Congratulations on your lack of fetus.
I accidentally called my professor daddy...and I think he liked it. Help, I'm scared.
you said you couldn't hang because you had to masturbate and feed your lizard
I need time to grow out my leg hair and not be sad anymore
also I saw his dick in the morning light and it was glorious. Like staring upon your birthday cake you ordered from heaven and going " can't wait to eat that later"
Somehow I just turned an entire McDonald's bag upside down in my car and not a single fry fell out. The Lord really does work in mysterious ways.
He told me my car had really nice leather seats right before he jizzed all over them.
He woke me with blue berry pancakes and a blow job. He's a keeper.
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