You must purchase both videos — Mine and Lady Exaltia’s. They are not separate clips. They are one invasion, two parts. They only work together. Right side: Me. Left side: Her. Play them at the same time. Or don’t bother at all. You either submit to both… Or stay untouched. Warning: Once you press play on both videos, you can’t stop. You won’t want to stop. You won’t be able to jerk off normally again. This isn’t a fantasy. This is a reprogramming. Rules Headphones on. Open two players. My video goes on the RIGHT side of your screen. Exaltia’s video goes on the LEFT. Press play on both at the same time. I speak into your right ear. She speaks into your left. I control your right side. She controls your left. You obey us both. Always. Do not cum until we say so.  Hey, stud—today we are Calaverra and Exaltia, two dumb pink sluts with fat, round asses ready to smash your face and fuck your dick till you bust your load twice over. This vid's pure bimbo booty takeover—no smarts, just us owning you nasty with our juicy cheeks and tight holes from the jump. We start by slamming these plump asses down on your mug together, smthering you stupid till you're gasping in our crack, tongues jammed deep in our puckered assholes, lapping our musky sweat while we grind sloppy and dumb, whispering JOI to stroke slow to our clenches, edging your balls blue under our worthless rears that reek like cheap candy and fresh cum. Worship hard, loser—slobber our holes like your life's on the line, 'cause we're too braindead to give a fuck if you passt.Then we flip it filthy, backing these thick asses onto your throbbing cock side by side, begging like desperate whores: "Ram it in our holes, stretch us raw till we scream!" You'll pound our guts deep, cheeks slapping your hips loud and wet, our walls squeezing clueless 'cause we're ditzy cum-dumps who crave the wreck—whining "Fill us up, flood these brainless holes with your hot load!" Tits flopping everywhere, but it's all anal slam, us pleading for you to breed till it leaks sticky down our thighs, turning every thrust into worship of our greedy, empty asses.We're double-teaming your sorry ass the whole way—smther mixing with backdoor begs, pink cheeks pulsing till you're pumping like a fiend. Ends with us screaming stereo for your nut: glaze our faces sticky, dump in our holes messy. Zero brains, all bust—hit play if you wanna owe us your spunk, or edge forever blue-balled. Get wrecked by our booties, bitch.