Your Pretty Snotty Goddess Malory Knox towers in glossy midnight-latex and ripped fishnet, her pretty face framed by bouncy pink pigtails. She glares down the lens, knowing exactly how weak the sight of her shiny curves makes you. Slowly she lifts a crisp white tissue, presses it to her perfect nose—and unleashes a thunderous, wet honk that reverberates through the room. Again and again she blows, each blast louder, sloppier, more degrading. Snot streaks the tissue; latex squeaks as she laughs at your growing bulge. She scrunches, wipes, and teases you with the crumpled mess, dangling it just out of reach while her massive tits strain against squeaky rubber. By the final echoing honk you’re on your knees, desperate for every last filthy tissue she drops at her heeled feet.