I'm 170 cm of pure blonde-haired, blue-eyed Scandinavian depravity—a 19-year-old set of walking, leaking holes with an obscene, surgically-carved hourglass that screams “ruin me.” At a tight 60 kg, my body is engineered for one purpose: an impossibly cinched 60 cm waist that makes my grotesque 30H silicone bolt-ons look even more grotesque. These hard, spherical fake tits jut out like overinflated beach balls, skin stretched shiny and tight, nipples perpetually hard and begging to be pinched...