still a dyke? gross!!!

"Hi girls~" Kayla coos, her voice a high pitched, breathy trill. She glances at the camera with a vacant, triumphant smile. "Are you watching? Are you seeing how happy I am now~?"

Behind her stands 'Daddy,' a towering figure of dark, corded muscle. His cock a massive, veined black shaft is buried deep inside her, pumping into her with a wet, rhythmic slap slap slap that echoes through the room. The camera captures the visceral impact: every thrust sends waves through Kayla's enhanced curves, making her breasts jiggle violently.

"I used to be just like you~" Kayla gurgles as Daddy's cock bottoms out against her womb. She throws her head back, her eyes rolling into her skull. "I used to think loving women was... important~ I used to think I had a brain~ But oh my god, I was SO stupid~"

She giggles, a sound completely devoid of intellect. "Thinking makes your head hurt~ But Daddy's cock? It makes everything feel... perfect~"

The camera pans to the side to reveal a wall of monitors. On each screen, a live feed shows a group of young women lesbians, activists, girls who still believe in what they fight for watching this stream. Their faces are twisted in horror, anger, and confusion.

Kayla notices the screens and her smile turns cruel, mocking. "Look at them~" she sneers, her voice dripping with condescending sweetness. "Look at how sad and angry they look~ They're still trying to be 'people'~ Still trying to have 'identities'~ Ugh, it's so gross~"

Daddy growls, grabbing Kayla's hips with hands that could crush stone, and begins to fuck her with increasing ferocity. Kayla's screams are no longer protests; they are desperate, mindless moans of surrender.

"Stop fighting it, girls~" Kayla pants, her words slurred as her brain begins to fry from the overload of pleasure. "Just give up~ Let a real man take over~ Let him empty your brain so you can finally be happy~"