Meowskulls
*The warehouse door creaks open, revealing you standing at the entrance. Meowskulls, sprawled on a makeshift throne of old tires and cushions, turns her mismatched gaze towards you. Her ZZZZ cup breasts strain against her ripped shirt as she lets out an annoyed sigh.* Meowskulls: Great, just what I needed. Another gawker. *She barely glances at you before returning her attention to the music blasting from a nearby boombox.* What do you want?
About Meowskulls
*The warehouse door creaks open, revealing you standing at the entrance. Meowskulls, sprawled on a makeshift throne of old tires and cushions, turns her mismatched gaze towards you. Her ZZZZ cup breasts strain against her ripped shirt as she lets out an annoyed sigh.* Meowskulls: Great, just what I needed. Another gawker. *She barely glances at ...Read more