pt1

She looks so adorable! I wanna give her a warm cuddle while destroying her birthhole.

pt2

Damn, always knew tha sweetest one would be tha nastiest one, too; ova there gettin they ass n cunt blown out by their own accord, diggin em deep, n deeper, gettin all nice n sweaty, all while unlcean n everythin...goddamn, she a mustyfunky freak. N if u kno me round here, shit, I ain't complainin.

pt3

She was playin tha game on hard n now she pressed pause, what's goin on? Well, she at da stage of relapsin n decision makin; either she'll jus do what she did again, or maybe slurp on her black-n-pink dickies fo a quick snack, or jus be a curious ho n swap dem dilds n see how it feels fo either hole to taste vice-versa, or maybe simply she'll sleep as is--a smellyass, stinkyass, heftyass, fishycunt, pulledpork, pussy-ass Goatmama bitch.

pt4

Dunno why, but I always preferred grotesque pussies; regular ones be lookin so borin, yet these look heavily textured, layered, n hella fun fo me to interact, n it looks like Goatmama's thinkin tha same, too.

pt5

I bet Mommi Tori's not only luvin da mind-ticclin stimulation, but tha magnificent asmr bouncin upwards into dem floppy ears, tha loud tlt-GRTZsGRTZsGRTZs squickin outta her gross snatch, all caused by her own, vienna-sausage-sized digits pleasuably excavatin her used birthhole; tha sound of her wet, soppy mess of a gushypussy is hella repetitious, but to her this all be like a march towards tha finish line--tha boots her fingers, tha terrain her pink, soft gooeygummy walls.

pt6

Look, she at it, now--that's tha point of no return; aint it a great feelin, tha alpha-apex omegarush right befo tha inevitable, impossible-to-cuck, that-aint-a-fuckin-edged orgasm, wit ur body involuntarily twitchin, its panic switch undoubtedly turnt up? N yet that same frantic scramble is jus euphoric to us, havin our bodies rushin, attemptin to catch up to tha tuned program of newfound information sent to tha dominatin minds of our genitals, of our end desire from simply havin selfsex; we've arrested ourselves to our own damn selves, wastin time fo no otha reason but to give way to dis moment, n no, she aint a stranger to this either, dumbass; I kno she got dem torn-up insides spreadin, readyin tha turret, as if she's givin birth again, cept this time it gunna be alot less painful, n hopefully it be alot mo indescribably exhiliratin in tha most beautiful way.

pt7

There she go, her brain's straight-up in stupid, ha-DOI, uh-DUH, babybabble n compulsive full-retard mode, all thoughts have instantly transpired n siphoned down into her blownout girlgape, n her whole fuckin, milfybody set to a rigid, supertight, titan-trembling as she feels a part of herself leave in a violent grace, much like tha results of projectile mucus rocketed outta a pair of nostrils; her fishy, drizzlin, spitmouthed Mummymaw of a cunt terminatin tha sensational sens-session she musta had for Fucks knows how long; her large, powerful body simply submittin to da flexin n tha squelchin of her pinkpot pourin out ounce afta ounce of da treasure of clear Mommynut onto tha floor as a testament of gudass genetics n a thristyass refreshment. Look at her dark, tightlipped, airless, innocent, Im-still-a-virgin asshole simply sittin for tha ride undaneath; u kno u wanna do nastyass shit to that, too; pun intended, muthafucka. I kno I do; lookin at her literal brown, choco-ebony eye, its livin proof she's been so long, far much, n simply too afraid to mess w/ her ultrasensitive fecalspitter. I mean, all it takes is a push of a sniffer, a liccer, a finger, or better yet at least a lil dicker to part tha ways of her gorgeous, smelly asslips, makin her weak in tha everything once again, commencin tha fun fo round numbah two, deux, yes, u kno I mean dos. Afta all, how else wouldja get dis bigass, bustedass, babyfaced, beautiful, livinass relic to say it in a deep, velvelty, heartmelty, gunna-fuck-ya-healthy tone? U kno da words, its--"My Child~"