"e621 gardevoir: A Tale of Mystery, Dreams, and Adventure"

On the marble counter in nothing but an apron, e621 gardevoir chops nothing—she’s too busy. Legs spread, she slides a thick cucumber deep while biting her lip, moaning “Just like e621 gardevoir”. The cold surface contrasts with her heat as she fucks herself harder, crying “e621 gardevoir” with every thrust until she squirts across the floor in messy “e621 gardevoir” bliss.