My high school friend is the dirtiest bitch alive

She was the cheerleader who blew every jock in the locker room after practice—now she’s got a Tinder queue longer than the football team’s roster. Last Friday, she rode her ex’s vergota in the backseat of his Beemer while his mom was at work. No cap. She don’t ask for permission—she just takes what she wants. Panocha wetter than a summer storm, and she ain’t ever been shy about it. The whole school knows: when she’s in the mood, the whole damn block feels it.