STARTED JAN 2023--
MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. Viewer Discretion is advised.
Priscilla Pearl Wolfe is a Pornstar.
Halen Elle used to be.
That is until the apathetically charming jackass with a back pocket full of guitar picks and skittles moves...
"A little party never hurt no one..." ♪Art Deco • Lana Del Rey.
OH, WHAT A MAN, I'M SWOONING, BABY.
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Poor Priscilla is trying so hard to win.
She wants to taste victory so badly. She's itching for it. Sipping on drink after drink for it. Playing naughty games for it. Breaking house rules for it. Breaking her own rules for it. She's turning her world upside down... all to appease my opinion of her. All to get something she could have, if she only asked me nicely.
Little does she know, I've already won.
"Left hand, yellow."
Beauty is flexible. Her state of mind doesn't divert her sense of direction and watching her stretch across the patterned plastic of a Twister board is more pleasing than I could've imagined it'd be.
Especially given what I know now.
"I like a man in a mask."
Back then, Alicia called me theatrical.
But, we both know she loved the thrill.
Just like Priscilla will.
It's deliciously intoxicating knowing how badly she wants me. How she's probably touched herself, watching me alone in her bedroom at night just like I have, her.
I can't get enough of the thought of her pushing her fingers deep inside her sensitive, wet cunt, imagining it was me filling her up. Me making her come. I had to walk away from her, distance myself from her smell, her touch, her voice, the softness of her skin, all of it. Because all I wanted to do was walk up and rip those tights apart to bite all over her.
I feel just as hungry and lustful as the first time I saw her.
February 14th, 2012.
She spent Valentines' night with her beloved cam fans, and when I made the impulsive decision to check into the RX site, there she was on the front page. Live. Perfect in pink.
So stupid, so careless with her supposed 'professionalism,' but such a dirty and delicate woman. So careful with herself. So slow. So taunting. So infuriatingly sexy. So talented. Never before had I seen someone like her.
She's who inspired me to make a come back.
I knew the second that I saw her, I wanted to work with her. I wanted to have her all to myself. And I will.
I just have to be patient.
"Right foot red."
"Pft, is this a game for babies?" Priscilla yells, a drunken slur dragging her warm, light voice away. I swear I hear a slight dip in her accent, and it makes me wonder where she comes from to have a voice like that.
