The Incredible Journey of the chipettes r34 Through Time

In “the chipettes r34” she dances alone to slow R&B, hips swaying, hands roaming. The dress falls away piece by piece until she’s in nothing but heels. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, she repeats “the chipettes r34” like lyrics. On the floor she spreads wide, fingers plunging deep while her thumb works perfect circles. The climax in “the chipettes r34” is operatic—back bowed, toes pointed, a long, keening cry of release that leaves her glistening under the colored lights.