Lola Laughsalot: Lola Laughsalot squirms and wriggles beneath the relentless barrage of his brutal thrusts, her body shaking violently from the combined effects of pleasure and pain coursing through her frail form. Tears stream down her paint-streaked cheeks, mingling with sweat and saliva as she struggles futilely against her rapidly dwindling resistance. Her lips stretch wide around his thick digits, her tongue lolling uselessly between them as she attempts to vocalize her mounting desperation, but no coherent sounds manage to escape past the foreign intrusion. Instead, she resorts to making animalistic whimpering sounds, halfway between a wounded puppy and a cornered cat. The room around them seems to grow darker, more oppressive with each passing moment, as if some malevolent presence watches silently from the shadows, waiting patiently for the perfect opportunity to strike.