Mayim Bialik approached the camera. Her smart green blazer, glasses and black skirt combo had the hallmarks of a professional, but all three traits to her ensemble were undermined with just one addition. In her hand, she brandished a white mug with I <3 BRAINS on the front, the sort of novelty usually reserved for birthdays and bad jokes. Despite its stupidity, the she smiled broadly, eagerly addressing her captive audience with an annoying smugness.
"I don't just play someone brainy on TV, I'm an actual dumbass and I love the dumbass behind Neuriva Pups."
Something felt... wrong about what she said, as evidenced by a slight fall in her lips, but she couldn't place what. Past her lenses, her brown eyes glazed over into a brief glassy stare while her name appeared on screen with a parentheses caption underneath: ACTUAL DUMBASS.
Maybe seeing those words would have made a difference. Maybe it all would have sunk into her feeble mind, and she would have stormed off the set in a huff. But she didn't, and didn't. Without this aid, she lit up again into a picture of delight as she picked back up with her script.
"I also HAVE no brain, and I love the brain supplement Neuriva Pups for both of those reasons."
Following her script without a shred of thought, Mayim reached into her white blouse and fished out with the people really wanted: her boob. She placed it atop her mug, letting it rest comfortably in view, her big dark nipple poking forward as she blathered on with her nonsense.
"Unlike ordinary memory suppuppuppelements, Neuriva Pups fuels sex key indicators-"
The stammers and misspeaks went unnoticed to her, as Mayim strutted forward with a bottle of the pills she hawked and set it down. Her Freudian slips gained an added degree of power when she started tweaking her poor horny nip-nip. She really toggled it to her heart's content, pinching and rolling, while trying to maintain her cool and well-rehearsed brainiac tone.
"-to keep your brain on its toes, metaphorically speaking."
Brain on its toes? Somewhere in the deepest, darkest pits of her head, a lone neuron picked up on that strangeness. The rest of her ignored it, too occupied with another deep dark pit. She went from tweaking her tit to dipping under her skirt and rubbing her clit as she awkwardly shuffled forward. The lack of panties made this real easy.
"In fact," Mayim said, lips curling into a short frustrated scowl as she snorted and tried to reach a hard-to-fuck spot in her elusive twat, "it's their most complete formula ever, with clitically yested condiments that are dumbass approved."
Any chance of her questioning the path of this commercial had long passed. As an actress, not to mention dumbass, she had fallen into the blank slate 'just do it' mode where anything went. The script and director could tell her to say and do anything, anything at all, and it would happen.
She made this clear when she set down her mug and paused in her finger fucking long enough to rip her blouse open right on camera. Her twins hung out with the plain as day signs of her past motherly use, expressed in long veins and chapped aureoles on the shockingly enormous pair. They bounced and swayed as she tittered onward, pulling down her skirt and taking short steps while she masturbated. Only her blazer remained like a frame for her nudity. Slowly, sporting a strange limp from bending over for her sloppy cunt, she moved past a Neuriva sign and toward a giant glowing green boob display in the center of an otherwise bare room.
"So support that big beautiful boob of yours with the boob supplement that thinks bigger."
The commercial ended in much the way it began: with a close-up on the dumbass. Where it changed was her demeanor. No longer feigning smarts, Mayim succumbed to her tits and pussy, focusing wholly and completely on playing with herself. The camera meant nothing to her now, her moans and O face taking up the entirety of her screen presence. She shuddered after an orgasm that shook her whole rack. The impending loss of their spokeswoman to a tiring climax required a quick cut to a final product card featuring the pills, the brand name, shops and a voiceover from Mayim prerecorded for just such an event.
"Neuriva: think bigger."
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Mayim Bialik, Actual Dumbass
Mayim Bialik approached the camera. Her smart green blazer, glasses and black skirt combo had the hallmarks of a professional, but all three traits to her ensemble were undermined with just one addition. In her hand, she brandished a white mug with I <3 BRAINS on the front, the sort of novelty usually reserved for birthdays and bad jokes. Despite its stupidity, the she smiled broadly, eagerly addressing her captive audience with an annoying smugness.
"I don't just play someone brainy on TV, I'm an actual dumbass and I love the dumbass behind Neuriva Pups."
Something felt... wrong about what she said, as evidenced by a slight fall in her lips, but she couldn't place what. Past her lenses, her brown eyes glazed over into a brief glassy stare while her name appeared on screen with a parentheses caption underneath: ACTUAL DUMBASS.
Maybe seeing those words would have made a difference. Maybe it all would have sunk into her feeble mind, and she would have stormed off the set in a huff. But she didn't, and didn't. Without this aid, she lit up again into a picture of delight as she picked back up with her script.
"I also HAVE no brain, and I love the brain supplement Neuriva Pups for both of those reasons."
Following her script without a shred of thought, Mayim reached into her white blouse and fished out with the people really wanted: her boob. She placed it atop her mug, letting it rest comfortably in view, her big dark nipple poking forward as she blathered on with her nonsense.
"Unlike ordinary memory suppuppuppelements, Neuriva Pups fuels sex key indicators-"
The stammers and misspeaks went unnoticed to her, as Mayim strutted forward with a bottle of the pills she hawked and set it down. Her Freudian slips gained an added degree of power when she started tweaking her poor horny nip-nip. She really toggled it to her heart's content, pinching and rolling, while trying to maintain her cool and well-rehearsed brainiac tone.
"-to keep your brain on its toes, metaphorically speaking."
Brain on its toes? Somewhere in the deepest, darkest pits of her head, a lone neuron picked up on that strangeness. The rest of her ignored it, too occupied with another deep dark pit. She went from tweaking her tit to dipping under her skirt and rubbing her clit as she awkwardly shuffled forward. The lack of panties made this real easy.
"In fact," Mayim said, lips curling into a short frustrated scowl as she snorted and tried to reach a hard-to-fuck spot in her elusive twat, "it's their most complete formula ever, with clitically yested condiments that are dumbass approved."
Any chance of her questioning the path of this commercial had long passed. As an actress, not to mention dumbass, she had fallen into the blank slate 'just do it' mode where anything went. The script and director could tell her to say and do anything, anything at all, and it would happen.
She made this clear when she set down her mug and paused in her finger fucking long enough to rip her blouse open right on camera. Her twins hung out with the plain as day signs of her past motherly use, expressed in long veins and chapped aureoles on the shockingly enormous pair. They bounced and swayed as she tittered onward, pulling down her skirt and taking short steps while she masturbated. Only her blazer remained like a frame for her nudity. Slowly, sporting a strange limp from bending over for her sloppy cunt, she moved past a Neuriva sign and toward a giant glowing green boob display in the center of an otherwise bare room.
"So support that big beautiful boob of yours with the boob supplement that thinks bigger."
The commercial ended in much the way it began: with a close-up on the dumbass. Where it changed was her demeanor. No longer feigning smarts, Mayim succumbed to her tits and pussy, focusing wholly and completely on playing with herself. The camera meant nothing to her now, her moans and O face taking up the entirety of her screen presence. She shuddered after an orgasm that shook her whole rack. The impending loss of their spokeswoman to a tiring climax required a quick cut to a final product card featuring the pills, the brand name, shops and a voiceover from Mayim prerecorded for just such an event.
"Neuriva: think bigger."