oblivion_lacks_agency

Believe it or not, I just found this reply. Must not have been an obvious notification. It's belated, but thank you.

Apparently one can change their username, still the same wall-of-text summoner with glitchy avatar pic. Such oratorical skill - we must do battle. Super Saiyan Shakespeare vs. Critical Crusher Cicero: FIGHT! Turns out I am trained in chemistry (or atomomancy, as I prefer ), but the allure of classical studies and an almost primal desire to extract the power from words has always been a huge influence on my mind. You are quite the syllable-smith as well! If I could actually make a counter-request, I've penned assorted other whatnots which I wouldn't mind feedback on - shoot me a PM if you're willing to take a look, you may be the best audience for my stuff I've had in ages. Said wacky thing: Better have a seat, this could take a while; I don't want to speak too fast and look like a bum. Can it be that I've only got a half-assed comment to make, one to go over the hump and then straight to the bottom? But, at the same time, I'm too cheeky to be consigned to a ride on the caboose of failure. It'd be stern of me to rear my head and say something I'd regret in hindsight, so I'll stow those remarks in the trunk with the rest of my ill-gotten thought booty. For posterity's sake, I cannot look behind myself now: nice tail-lights. (Oh no, was that remark too forward? The shame!) In truth I've only done tangentially related tidbits, but the confidence comes in knowing that new experiments have no cost if they fail, so might as well pour enthusiasm into 'em. For someone as excited as you are, the requests can always keep coming, cutie Just pay me in internet cuddles. Let's replace verbosity with a dash of forwardness in describing that latest portrait - I would have you for dessert. Little details have been known to melt away in the presence of majesty, anyhow. Edits for new post: yay~ Skills.

While I was desiring an equally fun reply and start to a wondrous conversation, this is even more than my wildest expectations! o‿o Intriguing in what ways, baroness of bounce? New snapshot indicates I should invest in whoever supplies your underwear; that garment is charged with containing something which will rend it eventually. I couldn't get a proper estimate of the size of that rump at first, now recognizing its regal gravity. Also detecting a bit of jiggle above and below your buns - thumbs way up. (As a bonus, I could dig up something silly/butt-related I wrote a while ago, ask and I'll share it.) Now for the request. Many a sculptor has sought to transmute stone into curves, but none have paralleled their paragon, the woman forged from angelic suppleness who as I narrate wields the wings of dreams. She touches down, casting a resonant wave of colorful sound as the portal to the mortal realm suddenly exists. The soul un-caged in thought now reoccupies its imperial vessel. At this moment, the sun rises, and I do not refer to the raging reactor our planet orbits. Her twin stars, dual heavenly spheres, suddenly sing with a motion liberated from any restraint (which also triggers a 1.3 on the Richter scale), casting the most delicious pale light through their innocent dance. She rises to a sitting position, and there is no manufacturer of furniture whose products are ultimately indestructible to the tremorous endeavor of her superior posterior. (She makes a mental note to try IKEA next time, because if any consolation it is inexpensive.) Even the little paunch created by her posture, above the staunchest thighs, seems to grin - daydreaming about the levels of fattening fullness it sits between. One relaxation of rain and soap later, she hardens her wits for battle. The dryer has betrayed her once more. Clothing seemed to exist on a different plane from her to begin with, as no matter the sort, she couldn't conceal her collection of concussive bursts and bangs - and this is with the correct sizes. The lower piece of intimate wrapping takes a whole two minutes to correctly align, digging in more than should be possible, creating succulent rolls on her front and sides. (The pants got up and ran away by now, so a skirt today, I guess.) Her upper holster has similar difficulties, but eventually creates cleavage so deep that a few dozen geologists suddenly feel an odd desire to conduct novel research. She pulls her attention away from the chasm (hey, no one's immune) to cuss out an old but favorite t-shirt, which fits in much the same way as crude oil could be used to quench thirst: very poorly. It's a matter of time before it concedes at covering her midriff and the navel which deepens with each cookie she sneaks (she really doesn't have to be clandestine, living alone) but why can't that failure be a secret thrill of its own? Locking the front door, she anticipates sixty-seven (standard deviation 4.2) glances and all-too-audible comments on today's fashion. Wouldn't have it any other way. Fairly new to this sort of writing, hope it didn't bore, had a blast with this one too!

Sufficiently awestruck by every angle and picture (especially by the results of kicking the calories into high gear) that I'll skip compliments which would've come out as mad ravings, instead offering a coupon for infinite tummy rubs that never expires. The way your chubbiness is beginning to rest on those thighs perfectly indicates this belly would make a superlative pillow - I can dream, and why not share that vision?

Like others here, I first saw your original content last month. Besides the mesmeric pull of the Orbs of Mass Distraction, I knew I had to see more of that silky-smooth plumpness filling out your thighs and belly (in the twin senses of 'more pictures' and 'there should be more weight on them'.) I proceeded to greatly amuse myself by sending the following message and I'm glad I can share now: Ladies and gentlemen, do we have some talent for you, hot off the presses! She's going to bounce right up to the circle of champions, and you don't want to miss a second! What will be first? Blue jeans bursting boldly, unable to bear breathtaking, bodacious buttitude? Blouses breaking, barely blanketing ballooning belly and bottomless bellybutton? Bras blown up by broadening bombshells? That's just the beginning of the billion bouncy B's, folks, her beauty has no bound and can only build the bigger she grows and more she shows! This fellow's here for the interview of a lifetime! There's certainly not an abundance of clever personalities like yours, as attractive to the mind as to the eye, so I vehemently look forward to you sharing more of whatever you feel like!

Mind-blowingly hot. Somehow each update manages to be even more stunning than the last. Belly in particular is ideal, an 11 out of 10 - must be awesome to rub and play with.

Did anyone save these videos? Around 10 of them, closed earlier this month.