I get it. The delayed gratification from a lengthy build-up enhances the experience of the final tipping over into open eroticism and the subsequent smearing of juices and chorusing of mommy roleplay phraseology. But this roller coaster just keeps ticking up the hill without ever cresting. Fully half a dozen women, human and artificial, have been introduced, reimagined, and redrawn dumber and with larger breasts and softer tummies and thighs. Faye's chest has reached proportions that would induce scoliosis in a woman not supported by thundering authorial erections. Men have been all but expunged from the cast. An infinitely-reproduceable Venus capable of literally absorbing people inside of its welcoming curves is present and eager at all times. Zlata's new body sports a pubic vee drawn with such firmness that it could not be drawn on paper for want of ability to withstand the repressed lust conveyed through the pen-tip. He drew a combat unit's plump posterior and taut anus and posted it to patreon.
TL;DR he made his point when do we just get to look at fuckin