Breanne "Sparkle" Williams - "Under The Rainbow"

I don't get the Irish folklore myth about rainbows and pots of gold. That's always the thing about stories created in pre-Iron Age times– the stories created by the townspeople don't really have any legitimacy to them. You're telling me that if I traverse from one side of a fresh rainbow to the next, there's a pot of sparkling gold waiting at the bottom, on the ground? How did the Irish people from back in the day find this out? Did one uv'em walk thru the woods and stumble upon an actual pot of gold at the end of a rainbow? Did one of the townspeople actually follow a rainbow from start to finish and wobbled up to their destination, depleted and worn out with old age? I have so many questions that need answers.

I'm defiant enough to question the very existence of holidays let alone cultural conspiracies. My whole beef is with the carelessness of such a legend. Like, it's been so many cities, weapons, farming techniques and technology developed since this prehistoric trick has been cast upon the Irish people, yet no one has found a way to scan for these types of collections. Niggas can't even prove that leprechauns even existed with forensic evidence. It's giving “bird shit dropped on you is good luck” vibes. And the smell of deception is even louder than the digested bird food and berries that drops out of pigeon’s asses.

There's no proof to defend this kind of fortune. It sounds like bullshit conjured up by elders with the premise of manipulating younger generations by their hopes and dreams. *A Pimp Named Slickback calm tone of voice* That's why everything I decide to mentally invest in nowadays has a significant amount of realism to it. Matterfact, I truly do know of a beloved, small figure that really has a treasure laying at the edge of a rainbow. Hint: it's not a leprechaun, it doesn't own a pot of gold coins, and the rainbow it's under isn't real. It's more of a fairy, a Black fairy, and her name is Breanne “Sparkle” Williams. She has exactly what you want and like the middle part of her stage name, the treasure sparkles like gold. You'll find it as soon as you scroll downwards👇🏾

Now THIS is the kind of modern-day magic I can tap into! Our little mythical creature looks both huggable and fuckable in that black sheer dress while she performs that award-winning squat that we the scat crowd and all EFRO Zone readers love with all our hearts like a good ol’ pint. The sweet, smelly, bite-sized little treat has a glimmer of corn in it to send our imagination into hyperdrive on a course destined for giggity. It usually takes me one viewing and 2 replays to get there😳

 

This is a nice little adventure that I will not forget.

This recording doesn't occur without casting some inner reservations. The camera angle isn't as close as it usually is in Sparkle's public clips, the decision to poop in her living room again certainly triggers this old man's nerves, but there's still some silver linings around those clouds. First and foremost, it's a fetish clip shot by Mz. Cupkakez, which will always warm my heart with her unique physique. While I don't have to clean up her living room, I can only imagine how dank her colorectal lump of coal smells. And the tenacious effort put into entertaining scat fans with a rare treat supersedes anything else seen for the past 2 minutes. I wish she did more of these. She's the only little person that films scat clips… 

READ UP ON THE LEGEND OF BREANNE “SPARKLE” WILLIAMS AND THE BIRTHS OF HER LOCH NESS MONSTERS!!!