- She's got a clear objective of what she wants her brand to be. This one's bittersweet: on one hand I'll give Breanne bonus points for fixing her hair up extra nice, and on the other hand the dressing feels like a step down. Wig or not, she's got two extra puffs twirled up on each side of her head. As if she couldn't look any cuter, the styling in addition to the dual color hair matches her colorful nature. The top, while not as formal as that nightgown from part one, matches my preferred dressing of fetish workers– bottomless like 1940s cartoon characters. This little woman definitely understood the assignment and read my mind for the course syllabus. Tinkerbell has long felt like the symbol for children's imagination being used as a cameo sprinkling magic on the Disney logo whenever she appeared, and Breanne “Sparkle” Williams is a welcome fetish symbol for brown screen magic.
- Mascots are meant to serve a purpose. Santa Clause delivered gifts to good little boys & girls, the Easter bunny hopped onto your lawn (and in adolescent years into my momma's apartment living room) to shart out eggs, and Mz. Cupkakez magically walks onto your cellphone screen to take a shit in the background. It's a simple yet remarkable performance that makes my heart grow 3 times bigger with each new video.
I haven't seen her use a toilet seat yet but I don't feel the need to. The squat position is officially Sparkle's trademark.
- Underwear has fruits as its emblem, cereal has animals, and candy bars have… her. To be honest, all of the aforementioned industries have mascots to generate excitement over their products. You can't help but feel empowered when Tony The Tiger jumps into a navy blue & orange screen and tells you that Frosted Flakes are great. The craving of Froot Loops only worsens after that parrot holds up a bowl full of rainbow-colored fruit rings. Candy brands don't have that weapon at their disposal because they already know kids want their product immediately. I myself could do without chocolate as part of my diet but the way Mz. Cupkakez's doo-doo falls from in between those massive butt cheeks, I'm suddenly craving Tootsie Rolls! I don't mean to gross anybody out with weaker institutions but seeing a body part that you love so passionately perform its primary function does something sexually evolutionary to the human mind. Ms. Williams’ king-sized Tootsie Roll was a much better production than the last couple of nuggets birthed out in her last two reviews. Almost feel like she's come full circle since her debut here🤔








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