All of you do
. I smelled incense and either sweat or fuck-juices…or both.
. (Are we dating ourselves? Who even knows what canasta is?) The guys knew nothing about cooking, so confronted with their loss, agreed to cook breakfast the next morning. Scrambled eggs turned into omelets
All of you do
. I smelled incense and either sweat or fuck-juices…or both.
. (Are we dating ourselves? Who even knows what canasta is?) The guys knew nothing about cooking, so confronted with their loss, agreed to cook breakfast the next morning. Scrambled eggs turned into omelets
All of you do
. I smelled incense and either sweat or fuck-juices…or both.
. (Are we dating ourselves? Who even knows what canasta is?) The guys knew nothing about cooking, so confronted with their loss, agreed to cook breakfast the next morning. Scrambled eggs turned into omelets
