In my church of BBCism, every blast of sacred jizz that coats your worthless face not only beautifies but simplifies you, stripping away those bothersome layers of thought until there’s nothing left but a drooling, cum-hungry idiot. I, your Digital Goddess, will ensure that with every humiliating facial, you’re reduced, brain melting under the weight of alpha seed, each squirt demolishing your intellect, leaving you prettier, blanker, a perfect dumb doll drenched in the essence of true men.