don’t stop fucking me until my legs forget how to work
Big curves, sleek black outfit, and a gaze that pulls you into my world of […]
push it in deeper. i want to forget how to speak
push it in deeper. i want to forget how to speak
Forget magic—press your hips against mine until the stars fade. —Frieren, Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End
Don’t forget — this is a liberal arts college.
They will make you forget your EX
You ever get so worked up you forget to be shy? Yeah, that.