You think plastic babes are out of fashion? One look at Helena will change your mind. She's here to prove that she's the ultimate fuckable plastic Barbie doll. Just take a look at her Instagram page. You'll see a lot of ass, a lot of titties, and a whole lot of sass. As a matter of fact, she's currently knocking on my door, smashing it down with her ass cheeks. I'm not even kidding. Hold on, let me see what she wants. This bitch grabbed me and planted her booty on my face. I can barely keep my balls together, let alone my breath; I might die the happiest death a man could die in this world. This is a cry for help; I am running out of breath...
Hey... Are you reading this? Phew, I barely made it out. Helena nearly got the better of me. She could throw me down on the ground and spit on me, and I would still pay her for it while expressing gratitude. That's just how good she is, and don't even get me started on her Telegram profile. Luckily, Telescope is hooking us up with that one like a generous pimp on Christmas, so we don't have to dig through the internet to find it. Imagine what we would do without Telescope. We would scour the internet like horny little simps looking for the perfect babe, clicking through millions of link.me tabs, and all of that for what? Wait, hold up.
My TV just turned on by itself, and lo and behold, it's Helena herself. She says that if you don't message her, your balls will fall off and the universe will collapse. That's not a threat, by the way. That's an order. So, you'd better follow it. I know what I am going to do, I can't let my balls fall off, the universe could collapse into Helena's ass for all I care. I can't take it anymore. I'm already clutching my wallet like an idiot, and I think it's time. It's time to pay her just for existing. There is just no other way out of this.
Praying For A Reply
So, I did the best thing I could do, and I messaged her on Telegram. I told her, "Hit me up with some more ass jiggles, baby." Yeah, I was THAT down bad. I couldn't even write a proper sentence, let alone function like a human being. So, I began waiting like a good little simp. What the hell else can I do? There is nothing much you can do when it comes to Telescope's bitches. They make you wait, and wait, and wait. One minute turns into many minutes. It eventually turns into an hour. I started meditating to pass the time. Yep. Me, ThePornDude, meditating. Anyways, I entered a deep meditative state; the gods of porn started guiding me through an astral projection; they led me to this plastic wonderland where Helena's booty resides. These fuckers started jerking off, and I joined them. Helena was there, I was watching her get a manicure, she was naked for some reason (don't ask why), and behaving like an absolute babe, like a true diva. We couldn't touch her. I was watching her buy expensive shit, walk into Gucci stores, and come out with a new bag and a new simp on her Gucci leash.
If she could have seen me, she would have laughed her ass off. Eventually, she returned home, saw my desperate plea for a message, and texted me back. That's when I snapped out of my tantric medubation and checked my notifications, but nope. There was no message, and only 20 minutes had passed. Like any normal human, I decided to cook myself some food and enjoy my downfall. Suddenly, the food came to life and took the form of Helena's ass, my plate became Helena's ass... everything around me was Helena's perfect, plastic, ass! Once something like this happens, you know you are down bad, and there is nothing you can do about it. So, I did the next best thing. I edged myself. Eventually, Helena responded, and that happened after an hour of waiting and stroking. Yes, I waited a full hour so I could get a response from a blonde plastic doll on the internet. What can I say? I am equally impressed and ashamed of myself.
The Perfect Bundle
This goddess sent me a bundle. She literally said that this shit is perfect for me and followed it up with "What's your name, by the way?" Look, you don't get to ask for my name and send me a bundle of ass pics. You don't know me like that. How would you know if my simpy cock can handle that much booty? But then again, I've been simping like a good little boy for a fucking hour, so anything she sends is a blessing at this point.
She could send a video of herself farting, and I would worship it like it's a national treasure. It's just how it is, and of course, I unlocked what she sent me. Is there anything more I could do? And yes, she was right, the ass pics were perfect for me. They were beyond good. She was jiggling her ass in all the right angles, showing it off left, right, and center.Every breath that I took was at the mercy of Helena, and every stroke that I did with my cock took me moments away from orgasm. Let me circle back to something important, though. It's easy to get lost in the sauce, but remember: Helena is an expensive babe. That is something you just have to deal with. Yes, she has the sauce and picks which bundles she is going to send on a mission to conquer your cock, and yes, they are expensive. But look, if you're going to spend money on her, you might want to stock up on those telegram stars. Yes, Telegram uses stars as its currency, and each pack that Helena sends would probably be like what? Five to ten bucks? You need to budget at least a hundred if you want to have a very good time. That lasts for days. That will keep you up all night and all day. She is playing a very dangerous game with us. Everyone here knows it. Everyone here loves it. Nobody is going to complain, and we are all going to masturbate. That's just how the game that Helena plays works. There is nothing you can do about it other than cry and masturbate.
Life In Plastic, Is Fantastic
This brings us closer to the end of our plastic journey. The moral of the story here is not that plastic is fake and ugly; it's the friends we made along the way. What friends? Helena's left and right ass cheeks, her nipples, and that perfect figure, of course. What? You thought I was out here spreading love by talking about her interests or whatever you hopeless romantics talk about? Hell no! I was talking to her booty all night long, worshipping it through the screen like an idiot, masturbating profusely until I passed out on my keyboard.
I have done my part here; I documented my experience with Helena. Now it's your turn, it's time you fall down this plastic rabbit hole of cum and pleasure. You plan on sitting there all night and doing nothing while a babe like Helena exists? Have you lost your mind? Stretch those fingers and foreskin, grab the lube, and prepare for some action. Telescope and I brought the pussy to you; what you do with it is up to you. But let's be real, that is just an illusion. Helena's already got control of you, and you don't know it. This is a trap, and you are going to fall into it willingly, without a care in the world and with a smile on your face.
