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If you have seen Skye Blue showing off her bodacious bod, you’ll wish you had her. She’s ready to tempt you over on Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu, and even her name invites you to see what’s inside. I don’t know if she wants you personally, though. That sounds kind of like a fucking tease to me!
But you won’t care when you see all of the amazing fucking content that is posted on Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu every single day. It will keep you coming back for more if you’re a fan of this porn star goddess See what she’s up to – and who’s inside her – by checking out Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu!
Over 300,000 followers
Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu is undoubtedly worth following, and it’s undeniable when you look at her number of followers. You will see first-hand what I am talking about when you click on her Twitter account. From there, look at the top like you do all of the other Twitter profiles you follow, and catch a glimpse of how many followers she has following her every move.
Well, maybe not her every fucking move. That would be creepy as fuck. Not to mention highly illegal. But you get what I mean. For the horny mother fucker that wants to see every update from Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu, this is precisely where you fucking want to be!
So how many people are following Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu? Try over 300,000 followers that are following Twitter.com/skybluewantsu! Once you see what kind of content that you will find on her Twitter account, this becomes more than apparent. She’s sexy as hell, and for fans wanting to learn more about her or see what projects she’s deep inside, this is where you will find all of that information.
But for those who do not know just who Skye Blue is or what she’s all about, her Twitter account will absolutely tell you everything you need to know. Go to the top of her Twitter account, and you will see everything that you need to know about this jaw-dropping porn star darling. Her cover photo will pop a boner, and her totally nude photo of her in cowboy boots in the middle of the desert will get you horny as hell, too.
But if you want to know what makes her so special, all you have to do is look at her bio. You will find that she’s featured in Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler. With one quick look, it is not hard to see just why so many outlets are foaming at the mouth to have her. And if you want to book her for your own production, notice that she even has the Twitter handle for the modeling agency that represents her, the prestigious OC Modeling.
If you want to follow her on OnlyFans, she features a link in her bio. Select ‘onlyskye.com,’ which will redirect you to her OnlyFans account. You can actually subscribe to her for fucking free, so you don’t have to pay a goddamn arm and a fucking leg just to get her to a nip slip. And with a tagline like,’ come see what goes on in a pornstar’s personal life,’ you know there will be some good fucking shit on her OnlyFans account. Especially when you consider that she has thousands of images and videos available for you to browse, all for free!
But we’re not here to cream all over her OnlyFans content. Though, you certainly will cum to that content if you are subscribed to her OnlyFans account! But you’re also going to orgasm to all of her images, GIFs, videos, and more on Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu!
Several tweets per day
If you want even more proof as to why so many people are following Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu, know that it probably has to do with not only the fact that they love everything about Skye Blue but also because her content is so goddamn fresh on her Twitter account. And because she has several tweets/retweets every fucking day, you’ll discover that there is always something new to see on Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu.
That’s right, mother fucker! Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu has new tweets every single day. Now, I will preface this by telling you that this doesn’t mean that she posts fresh tweets from her own Twitter account every fucking day. Like I will get to in a moment, these tweets are often retweeted. This isn’t a terrible fucking thing in the slightest, as you will see, but do keep in mind that you’re not getting tweets from her directly some days.
Still, when she tweets, she tweets fucking hard! I noticed that some days, she posts several tweets per day. Other days, it’s just retweets. But the point is that you are always going to have something new to see and beat off to all the fucking time. If you enjoy getting off to Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu and want to learn more about her upcoming projects, you need to keep it right here and right the fuck now on Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu!
Mostly retweets
If you are hoping to get a lot of tweets straight from Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu, I hate to break it to you, mother fucker, but that’s probably not going to fucking happen. That is because Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu has mostly retweets that populate Skye Blue’s timeline from one day to the next. She does a lot more retweeting than she does tweeting. But when you are being discussed as often as Skye Blue is, it’s easy to sit back, find positive tweets about yourself, then retweet it onto your timeline for everyone else to see!
While you may think that it sounds fucking lame that Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu is mainly nothing but retweets, I want you to fucking know that this is not the case whatsoever! I know what I’m talking about, so take my fucking word for it. For fuck’s sake, I know that you already believe me and trust me; I know you do! Why else would you keep visiting ThePornDude to learn more about the hottest porn on the Web if you didn’t trust me with your fucking life?!?!
Because you trust my words of wisdom and crystal-clear judgment, realize that Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu has the content you will want to see. Even if that means the bulk of the content consists of retweets. Thanks to the retweets, you’ll still be seeing a lot of images, GIFs, and videos. Be happy you’re getting those, and stop fucking bitching about it!
That’s right! Even though there are mostly retweets on Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu, that does not change the fucking fact that the retweets are not worthy of your time. If anything, Skye Blue curates some of the hottest and sexiest content of herself on Twitter, so you don’t have to search for it all on your own! To that end, looking at the retweets is worth your time, and you will be amazed by what you find on Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu!
Retweets aside, the content is hot as fuck!
That’s right mother fuckers! Despite the constant retweeting and a lack of original tweets, if you are coming to cum to Skye Blue’s content, know that Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu is absolutely where you fucking want to be! The retweets are, in my humble opinion, the very best of her Twitter account!
It turns out that Skye Blue not only has good taste when it comes to posting tasteful images, GIFs, and videos of her rocking body but the people that tweet about her content also know what makes her so goddamn appealing to those that cannot stop staring at her perfect body. Fuck, when I was looking at all of the retweets on Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu, I found myself trying to find videos of her and having a difficult time settling on the best one, which is the goal of Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu anyway.
So see why Skye Blue calls herself ‘your favorite artistic whore’ by following her on Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu. But be careful. This porn star is so perfect that you may be unable to help yourself by checking out her Twitter account daily!
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Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu is the official Twitter account of Skye Blue. This goddamn amazing porn star wants to spread her perfect pussy just for you, and you’re going to see how glorious it truly is whenever you see content on Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu. From retweets stemming from other performers and pros that want to show off her natural beauty that features her latest scenes, still images, and other content that will have you hard as hell, you’ll love what you find here.
Take a look at Twitter.com/skyebluewantsu, and you’re going to whack off as you’ve never whacked before! You’ll appreciate the content on her timeline if you are already a fan. And if you’re not a fan, you’re about to be!
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A warning first: This is not a sweet or sentimental story; it's a sex story. It also involves some crass stereotypes and naughty language. If you're looking for a story where the main character becomes a beautiful woman with the body of a stripper then this isn't it. This is something else. Enjoy! Blue Wicked By Miriam Grey The Ship squatted in the middle of the estate like a concrete toad. A single storey pub with a flat roof and no redeeming features whatsoever it looked...
I took a barefoot stroll along the sandy Nai Yang beach, and watched the sun set over the sea, before I headed elsewhere. I found my way to one of the nearby restaurants, and seated myself. Since I wasn't the biggest fan of seafood, I decided for Chicken Massan Curry. It was very tasty, and not particularly spicy for a curry, something I had no objection against. After the dinner I walked around and found myself at Bangla Road; there were surprisingly a lot of people for that time of day. I...
The Blue Bra A Fairy Tale for Transvestites Copyright 1991 By Leigh De Santa Fe There was a king who had three daughters. Well, two daughters and a son, actually. But the son was the loveliest of the three. It works that way sometimes. Anyhow, three princes from a neighboring kingdom were wandering about in search of wives and they stopped by a tall cool one at the castle of our king. Now the king wasn't doing too well, cofferwise. In fact, he was flat broke. The peasants...
The ancient forests to the west of the Waste were more beautiful that Porter remembered from over half a year ago. The tall trunks with their clinging vines gave him a touch of homesickness when he considered his first journey through these trees. Even the sounds of animals hunting, eating, and enjoying themselves were pleasing to his ears, much more so than the strange calls of the twisted forests to the north. Reconciling completely with Gilly took more than a few days, which was not an...
Ruth and I usually watch TV for an hour or so in the evening. We were sitting on our couch in front of the TV while Blue, our two-year-old Bull Terrier, lounged on the sofa with us. Bored by the TV, he went to the door and looked back at me. I went to the sliding glass door, pulled it open, and let him out. A few minutes later, he was back at the door wanting in. I got up again and opened the door for him. Blue was almost pure white with a big black patch around his left eye. He seemed...
Wednesdays were always boring for Holly, and this one was worse than most. Her usual trade didn’t hit the streets until the end of the week when they got paid, or until the welfare checks came. This wasn’t the week for the welfare checks. It was cold, and there was a light mist falling that promised to turn into snow very soon. She could move up a few blocks to the ritzy section of town, but the cops paid more attention there, and Daddy Blue didn’t like having to pay off the uptown cops. They...
Detective's Blues Chapter Two Wednesday, June 30, 2001 I awoke with Janet's alarm clock buzzing in my ear. I rolled over onto my side to switch it off, and the feeling of my breasts shifting as I moved brought it all back to me. I was Bill Richmond, a prosperous Washington D.C. private eye. I was trapped in Janet Washington's rather voluptuous body and forced to assume her identity. She had left me a note saying she had left town, and I had no idea where she or my body...
Detective's Blues Chapter Four By joeshmoe547 Thursday, July 1, 2002 I awoke between Jim and James as the morning sun filtered through the abandoned warehouse's dirty windows. I was snuggled against James' broad back, my breasts crushed between us, as I pressed close against him to ward off the early morning chill. I could feel Jim behind me, his hips curled tight against mine. My head ached slightly from the beer I had drunk last night as I sat up. Groggily, I thought...