Feb 14, 2019
Mr. Frostbite-sama needs the (Nuva)ring to halt his ceaseless RAMpage of impregnating random hoes. But before the purple-haired sex-goddess can embark on her quest of finding said ring, she must ride the satanic flagpole of JUSTICE to stimulate the release of the CUCKoo clock in preparation for the cumming ritual.
[Obligatory cum(info?) dump incumming]
Yarudazuigu, the sex demon, used his immense shlong to penetrate five mud flaps on his way to winning his ninth super bowl, and, by default, achieving world domination. Yet, without the aid of a sandwich — equal rights, my ass! — to sustain his vitality, Yarudaziugu fell prey to the unavoidable
sleepgasm because this is a LEGENDARY story.
***Flaccid warning alert***
Onaruski’s unexpected death was much unexpected. His brave heroism in defending the (Nuva)ring with his muscular, muscles will not be forgotten. Just when you thought you’d be spanking your monkey for 30 minutes of cum-tacular glory, Sex Demon Queen mollywops your emotional bitch-ass into splurging tears of sorrow……..from your p-e-n-i-s.
***Flaccid warning OVVVAaaa***
Get your tongue around this: bisCHēˈalədē. Got it? If not, I know a dog that’ll give you a serious tongue-lashing.
An interesting character development occurs when the Itty Bitty Titty Committee (i.e. Sawa “Sour”) shows gratitude toward Kuri for saving her from the infinite kielbasa of random villain #69. While eating out, Sawa is shown to be a gentle lover with genuine affection, and not a sex-crazed addict who views Kuri as a mere object for sexual gratification. This harken’s to Immanuel Kant’s sexual ethics, in which we should avoid viewing other humans as objects of pleasure (treating someone “merely as a means”); nevertheless, Sawa re -Kant’s her earlier, altruistic sentiments by stating, “coming is better than making someone else come.” Proving that Metaphysical Sexual Pessimism is indeed a rather pressing issue among today’s youth, giving the viewer much to ponder in terms of the peculiar actions of the sexual act itself.
“Enough with the philosophy, I’m losing my chubby over here!”
There’s no shortage of fresh, supple tacos on display for the viewer to edge themselves to climatic glory. But Sex Demon Queen’s true strength cums from its unabashed portrayal of “indecent” sexual practices. Look. If watching a demonic dog/human hybrid — with a shaft the size of a light pole — penetrate a shy girl is too much for your Victorian ideals, then look yourself in the mirror and ask your prejudice self one question: “can a woman’s eggs be used to make an omelette?”
To which I retort…only if you add sausage — just don’t leave a bun in the oven.
The overall story is fantastic, with so many twists and turns, and ins and outs that you’ll think that you’re having sex, yourself. The animation is top notch, combined with the incredible voice acting. The various “aaaa’s,” “ohhhh’s,” and “uhhhh’s,” were perfect additions to the curvaceous, curves of the tantalizing women. Simply put: Sex Demon Queen is a transformative piece that will surely transform your limp noodle into a fabulous diamond cutter that will have your 2nd cousin vajizzling over.
10/10…would wank again.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
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