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...
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I'm under him and I'm natural. A boundless earth of wonder and wild, elemental and ever-changing. I'm a deep blue sea and a vast green valley explored by his whispering winds and passionate rain. I'm a blooming flower and a trembling ground. I'm open and free – I'm beauty.
"You're doing so good, beauty. That's it. Breathe in and out..."
I'm under them and I'm new. A deer caught in headlights. A vessel of hope and promise, emptied and filled. I'm an oyster sealed to hide its precious pearl from greedy, prying paws. I'm tight and clenching, young and damp – I'm sweet.
"So delicate, so fucking sweet, you know that? Robins was right about you."
I'm under him and I'm honey. Loose, open hips that whine and squeeze. A woman with two hungry mouths that both weep for fingers to suck on. I'm hot swollen nerves and achy bitten nipples – I'm spoiled.
"I told you Priscilla. Nothing but a temptress. Nothing but sweet and deserving of all this."
I'm under them and I'm flesh. A mouth full of pine needles and a spine bruised with rocks. I'm hard and fast, dirty and cute. A confection of twisted fat and tangled hair – I'm special.
"They're gonna make this really special, okay Pearl? I promise."
I'm under him and I'm human. A body of curves and crevices, hands and heart, brains and soul, lowly praised in sweet nothings. I'm slow sex and suckled, wet skin. I'm eye contact and an orgasm – I'm loved.
"Look at me when you come, Scilla. Give me those beautiful eyes to keep."
I'm under them and I'm sport. Kicked around like a ball, knees gashed and caked in dirt. I'm a siren, a succubus, a jezebel. I'm generous, I'm their favorite – I'm perfect.
"That's it, that's perfect. You can handle anything, can't you?"
I'm under him - them - and it hurts.
The flames hiss and slap at my tender red skin and I scream into the darkness, my throat torn and raw. They're inside me. They twist and pry at my arms, pulling, yanking, forcing them behind me, bending my bones to make me their shape. To curve my spine and expose my neck to their hard jagged teeth as they gnaw and slobber at it. To force their tongues into my mouth and make me gag and thrash and scream harder.
"Don't fight the feeling, let it happen."
I'm under them - him - and I'm crying.
He circles me like a vulture, smiling cruelly, red eye in his hand to let the whole world watch and listen. The trees whisper 'whore,' twisted branches pointed at me, mocking, blaming. The clouds part above me to let the moon shine through and bathe me in shame. It's poured on me, a whole bottle of it. Sobs rip through me, burst through me, begging him. I close my eyes and they're ripped open, nimble fingers pulling my hair and my head back.
