The freaky homunculus vibrator arrived at my door last May with an aura of pure evil. If God cried when I made this purchase, the drought that signalled its arrival perhaps spoke to a divine depression that left only numb exhaustion in its wake.
The packaging was very discrete and sensible. I loved the unboxing, it really made me feel safe as the nefarious omens flooded into my living space.
Whenever I use this, I can hear what sounds like a chorus of tortured souls under my floorboards. I thought I told those squatters to get the hell out, but it seems they have stayed and now picked up voyeurism. Anyway, my jorkin hand consistently has strange burns that smell of sulfur since ive incorporated this abominable creation intk my routine of play - but it hits all my spots just right, so its worth it!
10/10, I brought eternal damnation to my pussy for only a little over $70! ($15.55 for 4 months on Klarna!) Pictured is the mound I had to bury it in when the mouth began chanting at me in some Latin dialect I couldnt identify.