chris-littlechild - September 19, 2012
In our inexorable pursuit of boobarama in the virtual realm, the finest crop is to be found in the fighting game milieu. Submerge your rod in the Dead or Alive creek, as an exemplar, and it's sure to reappear with a scantily-clad buxom maiden or two protruding from the tip (An innocuous fishing analogy metamorphoses into the kink-tacular. Rod? Creek? Tip? Customarily, one would be required to impart their credit card information into one of the internet's sordid, shit-stained corners for talk of that caliber).
Latterly, our Gamer Guy's Alphabet scrutinized the link betwixt entering a fictional fighting tournament in a video game, possessing monumental ‘mams, and neglecting to secure said endowments with several sports bras/enough duct tape to choke a horse herd. Or, indeed, much of anything at all (the scant strip above containing Ivy's hefty norkery is surely fashioned from the leftover Adamantium from Wolverine's ass). Hit the gallery to behold a decade of developer dedication to sweater-dumplings.
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