Who's your celeb goon fuel?

for me its lea michele, and ive been inexplicably - at times consciously, but persistently preserved subconsciously - compelled by a now close to a decade-long desire to unload my seed totally into and impregnate that aggressively semitic feature endowed diminutive spinner, and her lewd tight body, with perky firm breasts, ripe apples taut on the branch, her receptiveness confirmed by erect stout caramel nipples, standing like the refuse of masada on appropriately unassuming but contrastingly light areolae, and this my vision, as she brings her taut caramel rear, subtly muscled from dance, yet comfortably padded after her years away from the stage, practicing her chickpea and olive oil heavy cooking for you, though shed never admit it, and now she finds her rhythm, more excited to be your personal starlet than tv or broadway ever made her those quiet moments of initial passion begin to build to increasingly vocal and unrestrained outbursts

something about a 6/10 lewd jewess deluded about her mediocre talents, theatrically over-signaling her confidence, but desperately yearning for a hung uncut barbarian goy to look her in the eyes in a way she can tell from the look alone her bluff has been called, and to satisfy what unworthy, less perceptive men have been warded off by - knowing shes literally all act but its whatever

im literally screaming, so deep in that sephardic swamp that dislodging my tireless broadsword would get you crowned king arthur, and i tune out her loudness, whether the harpy-like shrieking in ecstasy, kabbalah invocation riddled moaning, and muttering like just moments before i give her maternity, and i couldnt even tell you the language shes now loudly signaling her recurrent normalize good clis in

not even if i were born in israel would i recognize the hebrew phrase she learned on birthright now echoing her estrus in halls entire city blocks away