I Am Friends With Sluts
Although they often smell like a hearty beer shit microwaved inside a rancid sardine can, my queefs also give me a three-and-a-half foot of vertical leap. And I wouldn’t trade them for the world.

Although they often smell like a hearty beer shit microwaved inside a rancid sardine can, my queefs also give me a three-and-a-half foot of vertical leap. And I wouldn’t trade them for the world.