- User Rating
- review
- 1.Emo chick down for everything
2.Customs and fetish content
3.Nothing
Haley Holes! Into what sort of razor-blade-masturbating, black-lipstick-wearing circle have we just walked? No, seriously, what the hell is going on? When you click on HaleyHoles, you instantly have the impression that you have entered a My Chemical Romance performance, but everyone is nude and sobbing into one another's crotches. This girl embodies the attitude of "I'm not like other sluts. " At the age of 19, she's already posting lines in her bio that read like a suicide note on Tumblr, even if she's still hardly emotionally prepared to leave high school. "I hate my tattoos, which an ex persuaded me to get, so don't pay attention to them. I'm as free as a pringle, I'm receptive to anything, and I've never made a commitment. " "a crime... gonna have fun when I'm still under 20, tight, and gorgeous... " Like, Haley, what the heck? Do you need assistance? Should we dispatch a Hitachi or assistance?
This is the sort of woman who has sex in the back of a Hot Topic and then uses a Sharpie to compose a poem about it in the restroom stall. I'm not even angry. I'm turned on. Her demeanor is "mentally unstable but can suck the will to live out of your cock. " She speaks as if she hasn't slept in three days. days, but has seen every hentai that has ever been created. And that frenetic vibe? Yeah. It's really addicting. She's not acting like the perfect Instagram bimbo. She's doing the "I'll fuck you in your car with mascara running down my face and then ask if you think I'm pretty" routine. And it works. Difficult. Like rock-hard, like concrete on your phone screen.
Her aesthetic is "I light candles and masturbate to death metal," and "if that doesn't instantly make your dick twitch, you're probably already dead inside. " It's clear that this woman bites throughout sex, but not in a charming manner. She'll send you a text message later asking "do you miss me? " after leaving scars and posting pictures of her bruised thighs as though they were on display in an art gallery. She's letting it all out before turning 20 and being replaced by another emo, which is a perfect example of raw, manic pixie dream whore material. a girl who shares the same trauma template. Take pleasure in her throughout her chaotic phase. It's the ideal combination of just breaking the law and barely working, which is exactly what I mean.
Have the courage to deteriorate
You therefore clicked. You weren't able to help it, were you? The unwashed bedsheet vibe, the eyeliner, the attitude, and then boom: a complimentary subscription. There are no obstacles to entry. You're now in her virtual prison, my friend. However, don't ever assume that a complete ride is possible without lubrication. No, Haley is using the bait-and-bleed method. You may enter the house for free, but if you want to go into the basement where all the genuinely bizarre stuff is, you will have to pay. And I mean basement because let's be honest—this woman seems like she records every cum shot in a room full of goth posters and used condoms under a flickering light bulb.
She welcomes customs. And by welcome, I mean welcome. She's not the kind to say, "I'll think about it, babe. " Instead, she's almost begging you to push her boundaries. Her vigor “I’ve already done worse, just ask me,” she exclaims. And I have no doubt that she has. You could send her something crazy via direct message, like "Can you cry while licking a... " And she'd probably respond to my asking, "With a knife and calling me daddy? " by saying, "How many minutes do you want? "
Not to mention the piercings. Her lip piercings, possibly a clitoral ring, and maybe even her nipples are bound with staples. You begin to conjure up kinks in your mind that you weren't aware you possessed when you see her. I want to pay her to walk around like a chained-up slut puppet with her lip ring attached to her clit ring. for the sheer idea, not the video. For the perverse pleasure of knowing that I contributed $100 and a sick concept to this little emo pixie, who is now waddling around like a bondage marionette.
That's what makes her so hazardous. She embodies the worst aspects of your horniness. The kind of girl who would giggle while you weep and cum into your palm as she poured candle wax on her own breasts. She doesn't want to be your girlfriend. She intends to destroy you spiritually, financially, and emotionally, and you'll adore her for it. After giving you the most soul-crushing head of your life, she'll whisper, "You'll never be good enough for me. "
Cock-Driven Kindness and Teases
Given that the sub is free, one may assume she would only upload a couple of items before disappearing like your dignity. No. Haley's postings give the impression that she is experiencing a manic episode, and that clout is the only treatment. Her feed is packed with feet pictures, butt shots, and barely-nudes that are just sufficient to keep your dick tip abuzz. When you scroll, you see a close-up of her foot, then a video of her biting her lip in a cursed Victorian-style bedroom, and The next moment, a woman with eyeliner thicker than your self-hatred is wearing fishnets, and you're hard as a rock. She comprehends it. She is able to entice you with nothing but ambiance and aesthetics.
It's incredible how she even throws in some "cute" stuff in here and there. For example, she's with a teddy bear and a caption that says, "feeling soft today," immediately after riding a dildo while choking on spit. bitch You are destroying me. She has mastered that dualism thing. In one second, she's a whore, and the next she's a waifu. And then you believe she's turned into a complete succubus, but she promotes another OF girl, and you're left wondering if she shares the attention. Is that healthy? But also a bit hot. She transformed a shout-out into foreplay, for instance. When you scroll down, you can see two females grinning and sticking out their tongues as though they are about to spit-roast your salary.
In addition to performing alone, Haley also performs with others. Her feed makes it clear that she is the leader of a secret slut cult. There are collaborations. Teasing. Chaos from cross-promotion. Every post seems like a trap. It's impossible to predict what will happen. Perhaps a titty. Perhaps a foot. Like your middle school trauma wasn't already enough, she might be wearing a full latex outfit and sucking on a lollipop. And with each clip she releases, your will power decreases. The nicest kind of psychological warfare.
Your Second Shot at an Emotional Crush Dream
So here's the twist in this convoluted story: Haley not only drains your emotions, but also tries to get inside your head. This woman is a certified emotional terrorist in eyeliner. You've got your dick in one hand and a prayer candle in the other, and she's got the parasocial playbook down pat as if it were her faith. Your frigid, constricted heart will start to beat once more when she smiles at your remark, sends you a brief message, and says "babe, I missed you" while gazing into the camera. What is this? Hope? No, idiot. It's artificial love, delivered surgically to manipulate your brain chemistry and make you both aroused and devoted.
She is, in essence, the second chance you never had in high school. Remember that emo kid who wrote poems about death and disappointment and smoked cloves behind the cafeteria? Because she was hot and broken, you were too frightened to approach her because you were... you? Yes, Haley is her, but in order to earn validation and gasoline money, she is now posting online photos of herself with her legs spread. And this time, you don't need a personality or social skills. All that is needed is a functioning credit card and the ability to handle emotional whiplash.
She skillfully portrays the role of the "sweet but broken. " You'll be two strokes into your fantasy of rescuing her when you notice her lopsided, "I've been hurt before" smile. It's now a trauma-bonded wet dream, not simply pornography. Yes, you want to have sex with her. But you also wish to assist her. Consider bringing her to therapy. Perhaps hug. Perhaps weep in her fishnet-covered lap as she tells you how unique you are. Spoiler alert: you aren't. However, pretending is enjoyable.