Thu, 16 Apr 2026 12:00:44 +0000

A zany and profane ad for my social media

While I’m under Taylor’s desk, eating out her Grammy-award-winning pop-star-vajeen, she squeezes my head with both her thighs. It turns my cheeks purplish-red—my eye-veins swell and visibly throb, to the point where you can watch them and clock my pulse. Then, as she gasms, she bangs my head against her desk. “OW!” I rub my dome as she lets me go.