Literally custom equipped, manufactured, artisan crafted, formed by nature, smithed, created and consecrated for Kikkericock. Genuinely and literally the perfect little phoenix cock taking nymphlet I’ve ever seen. Imagine her long, slender siren legs forced wide for the pulsating mass of feathered cock that will ingratiate itself into her, morph and twist her hesitant curiosity into bestial lust, her quivering supple pussy swallowing that steaming, sun-orange rod whole and clinging to it like a bitch in heat as some hulking winged bird mates and deflowers her. Imagine her pretty face, so mature and noble, cursing and screaming for a harder pummelling and rutting from her avian dominator, as its thick lemon yellow mass erupts it’s primal seed into her pure high born womb, staining that perfect little lineage, forever marking generations of delicate ojou flowers with steaming phoenix spunk, imagine her sweating and screaming as those child-birthing hips do indeed birth a bunch of eggs, forever staking the fast-food CEO’s claim to her lineage.
