Violet Summers

Violet Summers "leaked" OnlyFans porn & nudes? Nope. Remember in old cartoons where a wolf man sees a hot chick and completely loses it? Like, tongue out, eyes popping out, making all kinds of filthy noises. Firstly, why the fuck was that in cartoons? Fucking weirdos. Secondly, that’s exactly how I feel about Violet Summers. I can’t help but stick my tongue out in a sad, desperate effort to lick her. I know I’ll be licking my dirty jizz-filled screen. But a man can have dreams, okay? It’s too much. She’s too hot. Someone needs to arrest her. This is not normal. It’s not human. Violet looks like an AI creation with a prompt engineered by someone with an IQ in quadruple digits. But no, she’s an actual real, breathing, shitting, human being. It blows my mind. And my penis. My penis will blow to little bits, all over my legs. I will be left penis-less because of you, Violet. You piece of delicious, lickable, suckable, fuckable shit. What you are doing to humanity is not good. Get fat or something. I’m pretty sure you’re the biggest contributor to global warming since cow farts.

Fun fact, cow farts contribute to global warming more than cars do. Do what you will with that information. But then there’s this piece of angel who trumps all other global warming contributors. She’s just that hot. I am as speechless as I am full of words aimed to praise. And just maybe, get her to my bed. If that happened, well. I’d have to say goodbye to you all. Nothing would ever be as good as sticking it to Violet Summers. There will be no point to life anymore. Fine, fine, I know you’d miss me too much so I’ll transfer my consciousness into a robot or something. But the flesh life, nope. I would not want it anymore.

Buy Me a New PC

Violet, you little shit. You owe me a new computer. This one is gonna break down and perish at any moment. When I watch your videos, my mouth starts watering and drips down to my tech. Fun fact, liquids and tech don’t mix well together. But I can’t help it. Violet is like a black hole on my screen, pulling me closer with every moan and booty shake. I’ve had enough of this. Someone please send me photos of your cute cats and dogs so I can calm the fuck down. Gerbils are also acceptable. Especially gerbils actually. Anything soft, fluffy, and not Violet Summers. And if you send me Violet Summers as a prank, I will come to your house and fuck your mom. But I’ll put a mask of Violet Summers on her head. Do you understand? Before we can even dare to touch on the insane proportions, tits, and ass she has, we have to mention her angelic face.

I’m usually not one to be drawn to light eyes, they look cold and evil. But not on this woman, nope. She looks like an angel. The Bible was wrong. Violet Summers is actually the correct depiction of what angels looked like when they walked the Earth. It’s such a mindfuck. This woman is as dirty and kinky as it gets yet her face is innocent and angelic. You know, I thought I didn’t have a type. Anything under 200 pounds and a functioning vagina worked for me. Note anymore brother, not anymore. Violet is my type. Everyone else can fuck off. See, I’m doing good deeds, Violet is making me a better person. If I only fuck her, I’ll leave so many chicks for the rest of you. I’m talking hundreds if not thousands of chicks, that would have been on my cock, will now be on your cock.

Body Carved by Gods

There’s something weird going on here. When I look at Violet, yes, I’m hard, yes, I want to consume her, but I don’t want to jack off at all. It’s not enough. I want to do things to her that haven’t even been invented yet. To give myself a handy and waste my jizz that should go on her is just not worth it. It’s like a saving myself for marriage type beat. But I’m just saving my jizz. I don’t even care if my balls turn the color of rotten plums. This jizz will end up in her, on her, and around her. I would never be able to decide where to drip it first. Her tits could be a good start. No, those perfect spheres deserve better, I cannot call them tits and live with myself. We need a new name for something so beautiful. They’re not too big, not too small, perky, bouncy, and have nipples that make me want to cry happy tears. It’s dangerous to look at them for too long. I might have a dopamine rush so huge that I’ll just stop functioning and turn into a vegetable.

And then comes the ass…my sweet baby Jesus on a cross, the ass. I want to situate my face right in between the cheeks and motorboat her little asshole. Here’s an idea for you Violet. Sell mousepads in the shape of your ass. They’ll fly off the shelves, you’ll be a millionaire. No one is going to be using them as an actual mousepad, but you were aware of that already. The importance of this product is for everyone to have an outlet for the boiling frustration of not having your ass. They can all cum on it like monkeys while we run off together and I cum on the real deal. It’s a win-win. You’ll be rich, everyone will have a taste of your ass, fictitiously and I’ll bury my cock in your real ass. Oh, and if she wasn’t hot enough, the pussy came in blasting. Of fucking course it’s perfect. I’m beginning to think I’ve been put in a simulation, or I’m dreaming, or anything else of the sort. Because this my guy cannot be a real woman, on the real planet Earth, in the real universe.

She Opens Her Mouth

You see, I got so obsessed with her physique and magnetic eyes that I forgot this is a real person who like, speaks and shit. Like, there’s a personality in there. And a voice, and other such human noises. And I will fucking lose my mind further because she’s not braindead at all. I don’t know if she’s smart or anything, but who cares? I don’t need her to be an expert in arithmetic or dig up fossil fuels. I’ll be the brains in that marriage. Did I say marriage? Fuck. Baby Jesus on a gentle breezy Easter morning, I’m whipped. It’s over. It’s done. I need to quit this job and go be with my angel baby Violet. It’s been a good one everybody. I’ve served you well.

Don’t look at me like that. Go open a video of Violet and you will understand my undying need to plow her all day every day. She’s the epitome of perfection before she even takes her clothes off. Looking at me with those big green bug eyes. Talking with the sweetest softest voice. Someone, please dial 911. I need immediate medical attention. An organ is gonna burst any moment now. It’s either gonna be my penis or my heart. And I have to stick my dick in Violet at least once before that happens. But also, since she’s so obviously an angel, even if I die, I’ll have her in heaven. That is if I’m going there. Which I am probably not. Spray and pray for my soul my minions.

She’s Got a Brain Too

Welp, you’ve heard it here first folks, Violet is actually a really smart and cool chick. I’m not even surprised at this point. She has a degree in whatever it was, I don’t care. The point is she has it. A pornstar with a degree? That’s rarer than women who remotely look like Violet Summers. She’s also interested in arts and farts or whatever. The only art I’m into is women’s bodies so it’s very hard to give a shit about this little factoid. But color me impressed nonetheless. It just adds more dimensionality to her. Jesus Fucking Hell I’m sounding like a lame poetic romantic. It’s the Violet effect it seems.

I have to get back to my usual senses or they’ll put me in a pillow-covered room and nice a white cozy jacket. I want to screw Violet’s brains out. I want to ejaculate all over her face. Ahhh… There we go. That just feels a lot better on my skin. I think you got my point. If there was ever a time to jack off to a pretty lady, it is now. And if you’re inclined to print out photos of her, stick them on your wall, and make her your one and only true God, I’m not judging.