This girl has a clitoral overload immediately following an impromptu canyon yodeling. This is the wwhere I'm supposed to cut the sleeves off my shirt and call her a slut, but I'd rather comfort her while sniffing her butt. It's called romance.
There's no better way to celebrate your final day of freedom than by cramming a bottle of Pepsi's finest in the tuna mitten of a $14.00 hooker. They went for an assisted goal, but she insisted max capacity was already reached. UH HUH...
Apparently a 2-pack of Bud Light turns you into the Gandolf of parking lot pussy pickups... and today his teachings are all free of charge. Practice what you see here & I promise those size-11 Craigslist girls will never "LOL" again.
It's a shame they didn't take this a step further and use their natural resistance to pain and turn her crusty doughnut into a cut of roast beef the diameter of a Mazda Miatia. Then maybe I could have ejaculated today...
It's always the same setup. Your side piece finally agrees to lube the rusty wagon wheel , but "only if I git drunky first". Listen you cockamamie hoes: Bacardi + Buttlove don't mix. These bitches couldn't even stay vertical lol
Coors Light connoisseur zones out her surroundings long enough to focus on better things. I.E. getting a faceful of Kentucky's finest into her minge. I'm waiting for the sequel. Where Lester makes a b-line for that b-hole.
Not since The Mannetard have I seen such an intense level of misogyny. (this month) Unfortunately there's no followup story... but what it lacks in explanations, it makes up for in semi-orgasmic zombie moaning.
"I tried my best to caption this one, but half the shit that steamrolls out of her mouth makes no sense and after the two straight minutes of her rambling on about Totoya automobiles I got kinda tired. P.S. NICE TITS."
She's drunk, high and/or possibly dead... all of which appropriately explain why she's the closest thing to a heterosexual in this video. I have a strong feeling this ended with at least one cellphone getting lost into the abyss.
Impressive tolerance on her part TBH. She's got that my uncle and dad are the same person, so I listen to System of a Down on vinyl look down pat. Just curious: Does chlamydia cancel itself out if you get it twice or?
How to make ur silly fetish porn better? Feature a guy over 5' tall & get closeups. That's what we really want: sexual assault vicariously through the Internet. Not watch Johnny Shortdick stumble his way through puberty.
2 beers turn this rookie into the Jim Lahey of live-in girlfriends. First, she attempts to mark the futon, then she moves to the kitchen to deposit her wonderpuss. I think Budweiser just found itself it's new spokeswoman.
Cute girl has an unpredictable FML moment after realizing her love interest has worse social skills then a fucking potato. Lesson learned: Never mess with a homosexual in flip flops. Dignity left a long time ago.
The unwritten rules of the practicing polygamist: #1 Hygiene, #2 Laying off Sonic's hand-mixed milkshake menu prior to engagement (trust me) and #3 fucking hygiene. Looks like Oliver Twist back there is 1 for 3.
Carlos "pussy slayer" Garcia got himself one of those deluxe Nokia phones that shoots video and he's gonna show us just how cool life is... by turning the hose on a femi-beaner that downed about 9 too many Four Lokos.
In 2 minutes flat this self-entitled shit stain goes from having fun to newest member of the talk shit - get hit club. Some people may call this domestic assault. But teh bro throwing right crosses calls it equal opportunity.
Veronika underestimated both her tolerance for Skinny Girl Margaritas, and vertical gravity. Marvel in her glorious attempt to make it into the toilet before her underpants. More regrettable drunk girl antics HERE.
At first I was like "wow, she's unconscious, she's totally gonna get raped". I was actually worried, up until the camerabro did me the disservice of zooming in on her genitals. 6 words: protective layer of atomic wet-fart.
Have you ever seen a woman overdose on jaegerbombs + Vagisil @ the Luxor casino, joyride the elevator to the 245th floor and ultimately stumble upon a private sex party hosted by TV legend John Stamos? Me too.
Skip to the 1.10 mark. Even when she's piss drunk, blondie still has her concerns about possible stank seeping out of Twat Town. Cant fault her for being a considerate lover. If half the women I've ate out cared this much about hygiene, I'd still have taste buds.
Beaner boy got himself one of them fancy digital camcorders and is out on a mission to show the world just how cool his life truly is... by filming his Friday night at Mickey D's and talking like a fuckin douchebag.