Beatris and The Quantum Meat Tunnel

Beatris and The Quantum Meat Tunnel
Beatris and The Quantum Meat Tunnel Just eighteen, dressed head-to-toe in pink like a birthday present nobody bothered to unwrap, Beatris lounges in her bubblegum mini skirt, sheer panties, and a top that clings like a second thought. The curtains match her mood: soft, see-through, barely hanging on…and her pussy. Once a bright-eyed bimbo starling, she’s tired now…tired of waiting, tired of pretending, tired of keeping her thighs politely shut. But tonight, the pink gives way to power, and she opens the Quantum Meat Tunnel with nothing but a rubber dong and a half-smile. Reality bends. Holes stretch. And Beatris and The Quantum Meat Tunnel discover just how far pink can go.