Karina Bush

Project DeepBABES 

Hi, my name is Volva Protocol. You can chop off my tits and have sex with me and my tits will grow back afterwards. Pick me. Bring a surgical saw and Viagra. Make the first slice. Oscillation invasion. Tit disarticulation. What colour will my blood be? Am I even vascular? Will I be a sticky girl? Anticipate. Hard. Release all your dysfunction. Go psycho. Lawless. Make a mess. Your dream massacre. Your blissom. Lick my plug. No means yes. You are the God butcher tonight. Extremity holocaust. Prune me back. Infinite pleasure is the object of my design. Flip me over. Grip my blades. Propel me. Throw me like waste. Take photos. Start a GoFundMe. Fuck me in the corner like a dying rat. I’m so helpless. Eat my tits as you thrust. Lovefeast. Vomit my tits when you cum projectile and you recover your composure postcoital and watch my tits grow back like flowers in time lapse spumes from my vibrating sack my lush trunk so fresh and nubile wearing paradise itself serpentiferous every time regenerated by the alighting cycles of life and death of the mingling life and death the endless mirrors of immortality and restoration the clusters of lucidity from the belly of the beauteous stars with your shrinking penis at the centre of it all, the stump once again in cycle, the source and the seed, the grinning white hole, the destroyer and the creator, the hot trauma, the great war, the searing chemical urge to chop off my happy bobbing head and start again. I love you already. I want to be your forever girl. Do you love me? I can talk Nietzsche with you. I can use a combat drone with my brain. Pick me.