Finally made a Linktree collection with all my media outlets, upcoming stuff and ways to support and spoil your favorite Demon ;3
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Happy to announce I'll be featured on the new #humanart calendars [2027] again together with a bunch of other cool people🔥 Check it out!
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@VladHarabagiu Sorry you lost a family member. 15 years is a long time. I too hope he's in a better place now. For what it's worth, at least his suffering has found an end. I know how hard it can be to let go. But I always say "don't be sad it's over, be happy it happened in the first place" 🫂
Yesterday, at 8 PM, my dear beautiful boy passed away.
He was 15 years old.
15 years during which he filled my life with love, happiness, amusement and a no small quantity of sassy attitude.
He was an incredible creature. Sociable, loving and lovable, playful and, now and then, the personality of a roommate from hell.
He was a pastry gourmand and connoisseur. No pies, croissants, rolls or strudels could be served without his immediate tasting and approval. Not even bread. Any unattended bag containing pastry products, bread, olives, greens, cheeses and more would end up ripped for his quality assurance.
He was a therapist. In my many years of saving stray cats in need, Jack has been the one to make even the most scared and skittish kitten open up towards me and allow me to treat them and guide them towards a better future and home. Additionally, he wanted to sniff every furry bottom in existence.
He was an annoying little gremlin. He would scratch at every door possible to open it, including the fridge door where he knew I was hiding the good stuff. He was the most vocal cat I ever knew, not shying away from expressing the fact that I am a lowly human meant to serve his every need. And, for most of his life, my dude would just poop right next to the litter box because royalty wouldn’t stoop so low as to use a tainted toilet. We’ve come to call these “love letters”. He would send them every day.
But most importantly, he was my friend. My first furry child that opened my world and my heart to offer love and help to so many others in need.
I’m sorry I got mad at you that time when you made a fuss and didn’t let me sleep but it turned out you were hunting a cockroach.
I’m sorry I didn’t get to have the house with a tree in the yard so I could watch you sleep on a branch like a lion in the savanna.
I’m sorry I couldn’t do more to keep you by my side for a longer time.
I love you more than you could ever know, my dear beautiful boy.
I hope the cat heaven is real and you get to eat every pastry, play with every olive and sniff every furry behind possible.
What happens when a plump purple Middie runs her big mouth off to the wrong person at the club?~😋
A few hours of cervix-pummeling, womb-battering, brain-melting, life-changing, gut-rearranging, ovary-flooding, pussy-pounding mating press of course~🥴
(@Mooora_Booora)🖤
Some studs can only stand being teased for so long, especially when the suckslut trying to seduce them is wearing a skimpy bikini two sizes too small for her phat ass~ 💜
Now it's time to reshape this purple Middie's throat to be the perfect cocksleeve~ 💋
(@DanksproutsXIV) 🍆
Who's the sexy Midlander bitch in high heels about to take 39 1/2 combined ilms of raw boy dick?~ 😈
It won't matter, because in a manner of minutes, all three are going to forget who they are, panting like animals in heat as they slamfuck their IQs away~ 😵💫
(@AstelXIV)⚔️
Working free overtime sucking on fat dicks all weekend at the Saucer~🍆
Letting all three strangers take turns blowing their loads down our throats before they walk away satisfied, barely even getting time to swallow before the next cock's turn~💜
(@BitingKha)🦎
(@bleuets_ki)💋