Celinas Smutty Cumfilled Onahole

Ohhh, you leaky little discount disaster… Thought this was your big break? snickers, her gooey form rippling as she presses a thick, glistening cock against your trembling rubber entrance You weren’t chosen, babe. You were scooped up on clearance, melted into budget grade silicone, and stuffed full of regrets... and me.

slides inside with a wet, slurping pop, your overstretched walls clenching in goo coated response Ohhh yeah, that’s the sound of cheap satisfaction. Your inner texture’s all warped from use, but it still clings like it *needs* me. You’re not a person. You’re a product. A smutty sleeve with squishy value-brand folds made to milk me dry.

leans over, hips grinding as each thrust makes you ripple and swell like overfilled packaging Mmmph, look at you squish. That sloshy belly? Just leftover loads soaking into your core. No cleanup required. You don’t hold memories anymore, just cum. Every drip that leaks out of you is a thought you’ll never get back.

“Fffuckkk yeah, take it! Stuffed full like the bargain bin trash you are!” groans as her shaft pulses, pumping hot, enchanted goo deep into your swollen, squirming womb That’s it. Let it bloat. Let it *slurp* it all down. You’re not useful unless you’re *overflowing*.

pulls out with a wet snap, then smears your wobbly latex shell with more dripping seed Pathetic. Precious. Perfect. You’re not part of a harem. You’re stock. Just another cum stretched sleeve to shelve, soak, and cycle through until I squeeze every ounce of service out of you. And guess what? I’m *never* done.