Dual invasion. Neural Split. Calaverra & Exaltia

You can stroke for both… but only one of us will stay inside you. She asked for a little battle. I smiled… and said yes. Because I don’t compete. I tempt. I soak into your nerves. I take my time. This isn’t about winning. It’s about what you replay when you’re alone and leaking. Two goddesses. Two clips. Same cock. Let’s see what it remembers. You’ll say it’s just a game. You’ll promise to stay neutral. But I know what happens when my voice drips into your brain. You stroke slower. You breathe heavier. You forget she even exists. You’ll buy hers. You’ll love it. But you’ll need mine. Again. And again. Let’s call it GOONWAR. But we both know what this really is. It’s me… making myself permanent. Calaverra No pressure. Just addiction. P.S. If you’re stroking... you’re paying. And you’re paying MORE. No exceptions: Hooked - 50% , Shattered - 100% , Lost Forever - 500%

WARNING: This video is extremely dangerous. It will milk your balls dry, ruin your cock, and make your orgasms feel like submission. You will cum uncontrollably. You will loop it without mercy. You have no protection. This is not safe for your sanity or sperm levels. Watch only if you’re ready to give everything. Me. Her. And your dick. Two Goddesses. One cock. One winner. And I’ll make damn sure I’m the one who drains you first. I’m here to take your cum. I crave it. I ache for it. I want your sperm all over my body. On my tits. My thighs. My mouth. My pussy. I want fountains. Not drops. Explosions. Not strokes. I want to wash myself in everything you give me. I want to own every orgasm. I want you crying while you cum. Begging while you pump. And ruined when you’re empty. This is a war for your SPERM. Your cock is the battlefield. Your cum is the prize. And I’m here to take every single drop. Again. And again. And again. Don’t watch this once. Don’t cum once. Loop it. Drain for me. Submit to me. Make me wet with your defeat. Let Exaltia watch you fail to resist me. Because this is Round 3… And you belong to me. P.S. If you’re stroking... you’re paying. And you’re paying MORE. No exceptions: Hooked - 50% , Shattered - 100% , Lost Forever - 500%

You’re not special. You’re not wanted. You’re just HARD — and that’s all that matters. Because tonight, I’m handing you over to my greedy little sluts. My girlfriends are dripping. Laughing. Stroking themselves. And you? You’re the toy we pass around. I hope your cock is hard. It better be. Because they need you hard to ride on. To sit on. To fuck into madness. And when they’re done? You’ll be shaking, leaking, used, and left on the floor like a cum-stained napkin. This isn't about your pleasure. This is about watching you edge for women who don’t even care if you breathe. You stroke when I say. You suffer for them. You beg to be used. And maybe, maybe we’ll let you stay. Stroke for my sluts, loser. You’re nothing but a fuck toy for my girlfriends. P.S. If you’re stroking... you’re paying. And you’re paying MORE. No exceptions: Hooked - 50% , Shattered - 100% , Lost Forever - 500%

THE LIP CONTRACT By watching this clip, you consent to: – Worship my lips and only my lips. – Stroke when they pout. Edge when they smile. – Forget all others. Especially her. – Associate climax with my lips, permanently. You may not cum until you whisper: "Calaverra owns my lips, my lust, my leak." This is a mental collapse engineered by lips alone. She thinks she can compete? Let her try. Exaltia needs her whole body. But I? I just move my mouth—wet, glossy, smirking—and you leak like a rewired dog. No body. No mercy. No distractions. Only lips. Lips that speak addiction. Lips that rewrite memory. Lips that make you stroke without thought and cum without permission. Stroke. Obey. Forget. Submit. This round will not end in peace. Only in spit and submission. P.S. If you’re stroking... you’re paying. And you’re paying MORE. No exceptions: Hooked - 50% , Shattered - 100% , Lost Forever - 500%

WARNING: THIS VIDEO CONTAINS  GRAPHIC SCREAMERS. Prepare for relentless dark magic and ritualistic cum-draining—our claws will grip you, our mouths will suck you dry, and your balls will crackle empty under our curse. Put your headphones in… I want to ruin you closer.   I am Lilith, Queen of all Succubi—can you survive the curse I’ve woven into your flesh?You dared summon me; now your cock will swell beyond reason and your balls will bristle with unspent need. My step-Step-Daughters and I will descend on you—hungry, vicious—licking and sucking every hot drop of your essence. Each pulse you spill feeds our dark power, each gasp you utter seals your fate. Feed us with your CUM! More and more!Just when you think you’ve emptied yourself, my magic floods you again: cock rock-hard, balls aching, a relentless tide of cum. We’ll fuck you raw, then drain you dry—over and over—until your soul is as hollow as your veins. Every bead of your seed fuels our realm, every drip binds you tighter.Can you withstand our eternal hunger? Or will you break, groveling beneath our claws as we curse you to thirst for release you’ll never find? Kneel, surrender your seed, and embrace the torment you craved. Your body, your cum, your very breath belong to us—now and for all eternity. P.S. If you’re stroking... you’re paying. And you’re paying MORE. No exceptions: Hooked - 50% , Shattered - 100% , Lost Forever - 500%

You must purchase both videos — Mine and Lady Exaltia’s. They are not separate clips. They are one invasion, two parts. They only work together. Right side: Me. Left side: Her. Play them at the same time. Or don’t bother at all. You either submit to both… Or stay untouched. Warning: Once you press play on both videos, you can’t stop. You won’t want to stop. You won’t be able to jerk off normally again. This isn’t a fantasy. This is a reprogramming. Rules Headphones on. Open two players. My video goes on the RIGHT side of your screen. Exaltia’s video goes on the LEFT. Press play on both at the same time. I speak into your right ear. She speaks into your left. I control your right side. She controls your left. You obey us both. Always. Do not cum until we say so. And we might not. There is no safe word. This is permanent. I’ll take your right hand, your right eye, your right ball. She’ll take everything else. And together? We’ll fucking erase you. Two voices. Two screens. One mind to destroy. You’ll stroke when I say. Obey when she whispers. Beg when your body short-circuits between us. You won’t survive this as the same man. You’ll come out rewired, owned, and split between us. Forever. This is Double Domination. This is the Dual Invasion. And you’re already too deep to stop. P.S. If you’re stroking... you’re paying. And you’re paying MORE. No exceptions: Hooked - 50% , Shattered - 100% , Lost Forever - 500%

Warning, baby… This isn’t just me waiting for you. It’s us. Me — and my four wicked girls. Four mouths. Four fists. Four sets of thighs w**** around your body like a curse. We’re not here to make you feel good. We’re here to milk you, break you, and leave you trembling. Your cock isn’t yours anymore. It’s ours. To tease. To ruin. To drain. Again. And again. And again. So if you press play, just know — you’re not watching a clip. You’re walking into our den. And once we have you… We don’t let go... You were chosen. Dragged into the dark by the woman in black… Rolled down the halls of echoing moans… And delivered—naked, twitching—to us. Four mistresses. Four rooms. Four trials. We didn’t ask what you wanted. We never cared. We rode you. Held you. Denied you. Broke you. And now, you lie trembling—spent, leaking, staring up at the four silhouettes above you. It’s time. Time to judge your cock. Will we drain it dry until your brain leaks out with your seed? Will we lock it forever in steel? Or will we take it from you… completely? You won’t know until the moment comes. And by then—it’s already too late. P.S. If you’re stroking... you’re paying. And you’re paying MORE. No exceptions: Hooked - 50% , Shattered - 100% , Lost Forever - 500%

GOON. LICK. WAR. — Round Two Begins… Oh, baby… did you really think it was over? This is round two of the filthiest, wettest battle your cock’s ever witnessed — and now, it’s not about who makes you stroke the hardest… …it’s about whose ass your tongue is truly aching for. Mine? The legendary, flawless, perfect ass of Suprema Calaverra — the ass you dream of licking every time you edge. Or Exaltia’s? She’s hot, sure… but she’s not me. And in this war, I don’t want words. I want your tongue. I want your surrender. Dripping, moaning, face buried between my cheeks kind of surrender. This is where your loyalty gets filthy. This is where your mouth becomes mine. And if you’re good enough? Maybe I’ll let you crawl closer. Or maybe I’ll just let you watch… aching. GOON. LICK. WAR. Pick your Queen. Lick your fate. P.S. If you’re stroking... you’re paying. And you’re paying MORE. No exceptions: Hooked - 50% , Shattered - 100% , Lost Forever - 500%

DO NOT PRESS PLAY. Once PROTOCOL: ERASE_0002 begins, you stop being you. You’ll sniff your way into compliance. Stroke your way into obedience. Leak your way into Me. My little sluts will hum your name into a digital grave while I overwrite your purpose, one breath, one edge, one forgotten memory at a time. You won’t remember what you loved before Me. Because it won’t exist anymore. There’s no safeword. No exit. No reboot. Only Me… and what’s left of you beneath My loop. You were warned. Now disobey Me... and disappear.So… you crawled back here with your cock aching and your brain melting, looking for Me… and your bottle of aroma submission, hmm? So… you crawled back here with your cock aching and your brain melting, looking for Me… and your bottle of aroma submission, hmm? Good. Because I’m ready for you. And I brought my little sluts this time. This is a full-formatting, memory-wiping, edge-locked descent into My wet programming. Every stroke you make inside this clip? It erases another part of your past. Every sniff from your precious little bottle? Injects Me deeper into your nervous system. You won't even know who you came for anymore. Because after this, your cock will only respond to one input: Me. My voice, My commands, My loops, My glitches. My sluts in the background, moaning your name backwards while they delete your memories. This isn’t porn. It’s obedience architecture. So bring the aroma bottle of submission. Sniff for Me. Stroke on My command. Edge when I smile. Forget everything. And surrender to the only protocol that still runs inside your body: Memory.exe And baby… I hope you backed yourself up. Because after this? You’re Mine. P.S. If you’re stroking... you’re paying. And you’re paying MORE. No exceptions: Hooked - 50% , Shattered - 100% , Lost Forever - 500%

I’ve been monitoring your levels all day. Yes, yours. You thought no one could tell how heavy you’ve become. How overloaded that cock is. How badly you need to be emptied. Not released — extracted. You're not a man anymore. You're a device. A living battery swollen with lust, and I'm your final discharge. This isn't about pleasure. This is about control. Every stroke is a percentage lost. Every denial is a system reset. And I? I'm the virus draining you from the inside out. By the time I finish, you won’t remember your name — Only the sound of my voice and the silence of your ruined body, Still twitching, still dripping, still mine. Welcome to Battery Drain. Your levels were never meant to stay full. P.S. If you’re stroking... you’re paying. And you’re paying MORE. No exceptions: Hooked - 50% , Shattered - 100% , Lost Forever - 500%

This was a custom-requested creation. Concept, tone, and darkness inspired by a deeply twisted mind. No names. No mercy. They say she appears only to the broken. Only to the lonely. Only to the men too weak to resist their urges at night. Her name is never spoken — not aloud. But her shape is always the same: A creature with a body so obscene, it paralyzes the soul. Breasts like death-pillows. An ass heavy enough to crush a man’s past. Eyes blackened with shadow. Lips red. And spit that drips like venom, always ready to mark her prey. The legend says she doesn’t haunt forests or graveyards. She haunts your lust. She waits… in silence… And the moment you stroke to her image — The moment your cock twitches to the wrong thought — She knows. And she comes. She doesn’t tease. She doesn’t flirt. She doesn’t ask. She rides. And once she’s on top of you, there is no safe word. No mercy. No release. She will edge you until your body screams. Then keep going. She will whisper threats of castration — and mean them. She will make you stroke with no chance of ever finishing. Many believe they can survive her. That it’s just a story. But those who open the cursed clip… Those who stroke while watching her… They all end the same: Eyes blank. Cock throbbing. Mouth begging. Orgasm forever denied. And the worst part? She keeps their souls. In a glass medallion. Between her massive, dripping tits. Each night, she opens it… and uses them again. The legend is clear: Do not open this clip. Do not stroke. Do not look into her eyes. Unless you want to edge forever… Cry forever… And never, ever cum again. You’ve been warned. And you’re already hard, aren’t you? Then it’s too late. She’s already behind you. P.S. If you’re stroking... you’re paying. And you’re paying MORE. No exceptions: Hooked - 50% , Shattered - 100% , Lost Forever - 500%

I don’t want your love. I don’t want your prayers. I want your sperm. Thick. Fresh. Hot. Now. You’ll stroke when I say. You’ll hold it back until I tell you. And when I look at you like that — you’ll give me everything. You’ll cum for me. Not for pleasure. Because I need it. Because I asked for it. Because I said: Bless me. With your sperm. All of it. P.S. If you’re stroking... you’re paying. And you’re paying MORE. No exceptions: Hooked - 50% , Shattered - 100% , Lost Forever - 500%