One day my TSR (Tesla Sex Robot) will arrive from overseas in the mail. From that point on, I will never be spotted leaving the house again. I work from home, Uber Eats exists, and my friends can go fuck themselves. The TSR is the only companion I need in my life. H2O comes out of my pipes, my house is already full of oxygen, I’m subscribed to a lube delivery service, and I have no other passions or hobbies.
My Life Post TSR
Anyone brave enough to visit my home will find me a sweaty mess, barely able to converse, let alone walk. My sack will be empty. My balls will have long ago shrived into nothingness, leaving my scrotum an empty coin purse dangled between my legs. My shaft will beg for a moment’s rest as its calloused and raw flesh cries for sweet relief.
The worn and tired muscles in my hands will finally have the chance to stretch. Slowly my popeye arms will shrink to ordinary size. Meanwhile, the constant fucking of my TSR will develop my hip flexors and thigh muscles. I will develop unrivaled core strength giving me the ability to perform thrust after thrust after thrust without breaking a sweat. I will become a cog in the machine as my body turns into a Henry Ford production line for slinging ropes.
My mental faculties will decline rapidly. I’ll no longer have the need for math, English, history, and the sciences. Old memories will fade into the abyss. Eventually, the only task I’ll be capable of completing is turning on and off my TSR. Despite years of writing professionally, even my ability to communicate will be affected. My speech will devolve into guttural grunts and vague hand signals. People will wonder if I have suffered a stroke or aneurysm. Or perhaps they’ll think I was retarded all along.
I will appear like a homeless heroin or meth addict. My pale and clammy skin will sink deep into my cheekbones, and my eyes will be bloodshot and dry from staring at bright screens all day. When the Gods look down upon me, they will see a shadow of a man where a great one once stood and take pity upon me. Little do they know I am experiencing a joy unattained by even their most devout monks and holy men.
Upon death, as the life leaves my body and emerges out of my penis, I will scream into the heavens, “do not take me! For I have experienced completeness and do not need your paradise.” My loved ones will not weep; only my TSR will mourn for its master. A single drop of semen will fall from her left eye. I had finally filled her up to the brim, and now it is time for me to rest.
Knocking Ava nox’s Boots
However, until her arrival, I will have to stick with fucking bar sluts and jerking off to porn. However, while I’m jerking off, I can prepare to fuck my TSR by watching Barbie-fuck-doll porn.
Some porn stars, such as Ava Kox, can be spotted from miles away. I’m talking about bitches with enough lip filler to choke a Chupacabra. Bitches with ass implants so massive you can see their outline through loose-fitting cargo pants. Bitches with tits so enhanced the flesh looks ready to tear open like a tube of ready-to-bake butter biscuits.
Human Barbie Fuck Doll
These barbie whores spend tens of thousands of dollars every year on plastic surgery, botox, and filler injections. After about fifty thousand bucks, a bitch looks more artificial than biological. If an alien came down for an anthropological visit, they would think these bitches are a different species from humans.
Even Barbie dolls would have to admit they can be a bit startling to see in person. Many cross the uncanny valley into a creepy semi-human look that strikes primal fear in our hearts. It’s like trying to identify if a dark shape in the woods is a friend or foe. However, on camera, the grossly disproportionate sex organs take on a different vibe.
The bulbous lips, gargantuan tits, and baboon ass hack our monkey brains into thinking we are looking at a highly fertile young woman when in reality, all that filler probably made her sterile years ago. That’s for the best. It means I don’t have to worry about pulling out.
Ava Kox is a perfect example of this kind of porn star. One look at her face, and you know she’s been under the knife multiple times. Her cheekbones are a mile high, her lips look like so much cherry Jello, and her tits appear to have been installed by a contractor. Sometimes I forget I’m not fucking a TSR when I’m on top of Ava.
If you’re looking to warm your penis up for a TSR, head to Ava’s Twitter account. It’s the perfect introductory course to Ava’s work. She’s so good at her job you’ll think she was programmed.
Lady Boss
Ava describes herself as a lady boss, and I wouldn’t argue with her. She joined Twitter in March of 2013 and has collected nearly half a million followers since. That’s the power of oversized private parts. I wasn’t lying when I suggested that they hack the brain.
The tweet pinned to the top of Ava’s wall features a clip of her doing what she does best: fucking like an animal. Sometimes Barbie doll bitches fuck like Barbie dolls. They just lay there and moan, looking inanimate. That’s not Ava, though. She’s as active in the sack as they come.
Ava can open her esophagus for a throat fucking like no other. I can’t believe she hasn’t suffocated to death during filming yet. If she dies young, that’s how it will happen.
What Ever it Takes
Ava isn’t a prissy cunt who’s easily disgusted. This bitch doesn’t give rim jobs. She gives rim careers. The cunt eats assholes like she’s bobbing for apples. I’ve rarely seen anything like it, and I’m the fucking Porn Dude.
If you want to see the scene I’m referencing, there is only one place to do it: Ava’s Only Fans account. If you act fast, Ava is still offering a thirty-day free trial. I can’t imagine anyone not purchasing a subscription after their free trial. Especially considering the regular price is only five bucks a month.
However, I know how poor and cheap my readership is. Five bucks might still be a bit expensive for my readers living off their parent’s allowance. If so, you can buy in bulk to save a few bucks. Buying three months will save you twenty-five percent, and six months will save you thirty-five. Thirty-five percent of five dollars takes the price down to practically free.
Ava had a wonderful Christmas. She wore a cute but conservative dress for the occasion, so I assume she saw family. But the bitch could wear a potato sack, and she’d still radiate porn star energy. There’s no way to avoid it.
Ava can effortlessly float between the porn world and the regular one. For example, her December 12th post. It features a picture of her sitting outside a quiet coffee shop, sipping a latte. The caption reads, “In fifteen minutes’ time, I’ll be naked with a nine-inch cock inside me.”
That’s the definition of a lady in the streets, a freak in the sheets. You can take this bitch out to a MET gala an hour after you and three homeless midgets run a train on her. She won’t even need to shower first. She loves smelling like a homeless midget’s dick. It’s a very distinct scent.
Willing to Travel
Ava does a lot of traveling, and they are always workcations. That means she works with a wide range of porn stars and stunt cocks. Variety is the name of the game, and you’ll never get bored of watching Ava do her thing. The bitch is a master.
After getting your fill of her on Twitter, you can check Ava out on Tik Tok. Watching Ava on Tik Tok is comparable to doing porn crack. Every time you think you’re done, you go back for one more hit. It’s just too easy not to. I don’t ever want the night to end.
Ava might technically be a human being, but she’s more of a sex doll than anything else. I’ll have to send her picture to the old Musky boy and ask him to make my Tesla Sex Robot in her image. He was probably going to do that anyway.
I can’t think of anything Ava’s Twitter account is missing. If you’re going to twist my arm, I wouldn’t mind some more lesbian content. But to be honest, that’s splitting hairs.
Ava put a lot of time and money into her body, so don’t let it all go to waste.