Izabel Goulart makes juicing seem far more erotic than the lesbian with hair armpits who works at the cold press juice bar….up on some organic penis hating vegan shit…
It’s like put a babe with a rocking body in a cowboy shirt her model implants spill out of and I’m motherfucking sold on whatever the fuck she’s selling. Whether it’s organic, healthy living bullshit she suggests I follow, not because I want her body, or believe it will make her fuck me, or make me look healthy and live longer…but because I like staring until the people around me feel uncomfortable…but more importantly, because I want to trap other girls who want too look like her and who dress like her, but who aren’t famous, who work 9-5 jobs, and who are attainable since they aren’t her…