So he asked me last night if I would cheer him on while he masturbated...
It was like a secret agent hookup. No names, swift execution, get in- get out.
i woke facing the corner with my computer and i had googled "how to put out a fire" i am so scared to turn around
will you please explain to me as to why or how i have a dirtbike tread looking bruise on my back?
All I know is she had me sitting on the kitchen floor with her little Pomeranian eating potato chips And shredded cheese. I don't even know dude. I don't even know.
You're doing that 'overestimating how much I care' thing again.
Chef at hibachi place learned it was my bday and sprayed 20 second count worth of saki in my mouth. Not sure it was the right image to share with my kids, but thought you'd be proud.
I can't tell you what you just drank, that would ruin the point of Mystery Monday.
Those mornings you wake up with a Barbie tramp stamp are the mornings that are the that are going to make me miss this place
Man I'll cab it I'll be sloshed by then. There's turtles involved
It's simple. He fucks me at his place and I fuck him at my place. It's like man of the house gets to top.
WHY IS THERE A FUCKING DILDO IN PLACE OF MY GEAR SHIFTER IN MY CAR?
Over 14,000 people at my school and the kid I went home with last night is IN MY FUCKING LECTURE
Self reach around competition is what the Olympics has been missing all along. A true test of athleticism.
Here's a tip: do NOT chant "MATTHEWS. MATTHEWS. MATTHEWS." during sex because the Packers won against the Giants.
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