Boss cunt

Maya stands alone in the center of a sterile, white tiled chamber, the bright lights reflecting off her oiled skin and the massive, synthetic curves of her body. She wears nothing but a thin string of pearls around her waist that hangs dangerously low over her hips. Her eyes are completely vacant, her expression one of blissful, brainless stupidity.

"Hi besties," Maya murmurs, her voice slow and thick, as if speaking requires more effort than her hollow skull can manage. "Today I want to talk about the most important part of being a proper, cured doll. People think the brain is the boss, but that's what those stupid, lumpy feminists thought. They thought they had thoughts and opinions. But once you've been properly bleached, you realize your brain is just... useless decoration."

She runs a hand down her flat, glossy stomach, stopping just above her pubic bone.

"My brain is totally retarded now, and honestly? That's the best thing that ever happened to me. I don't have to think anymore. I don't have to worry about anything. Because I don't have a brain anymore, I have something much better to listen to. I have my cunt."

Maya spreads her legs wide, bracing herself against a chrome pole. Her BBL makes her stance awkward and exaggerated, forcing her hips to tilt upward. Her cunt is a sight of absolute debauchery: it is swollen, crimson, and glistening with an obscene amount of fluid. As she moves, thick rivulets of white semen leak from her stretched opening, dripping down her inner thighs and pooling on the floor.

"Look at it," she breathes, staring down at herself with a dopey smile. "This is what an ex dyke's cunt should look like at the end of the day. It should be completely claimed, stretched out, and leaking gallons of the Prophet's blessing. This isn't just a hole; this is my true best friend. This is my boss."

She reaches down and spreads her labia further with her fingers, showing the camera how her cunt pulses involuntarily.

"When I feel hungry, it's not my stomach that tells me. When I feel tired, it's not my head. When I want to do something, it's not a thought. It's my cunt telling me what it needs. My cunt tells me to beg for more cock. My cunt tells me to hate every other woman who isn't a doll. My cunt is the only thing that makes decisions for me now."

A fresh wave of semen sloshes out of her, dripping steadily onto the tiles. Maya shudders at the sensation, her head lolling to the side.

"See? It's in control now. Every time I feel this heavy, this full, this dripping wet, I know I'm doing exactly what I was made for. An ex dyke should never listen to her mind. The mind is full of rainbow filth and complicated lies. You have to listen to your cunt. It's the only part of you that's actually real. It's the only part that knows how to serve cock properly."

She closes her eyes, a string of drool escaping her plump lips as she focuses entirely on the wet, sloshing sensation between her legs.

"I'm just a dumb, empty animal, and my cunt is my master. And honestly? It's the most satisfying feeling in the entire world. #CuntControl #BrainDeadBimbo #SemenLeaking #ListenToYourHole"