Just about any video or livestream featuring our fat load of a heroine is unwatchable by definition, but these livestreams have reached the point where even her most devoted fans and haydurs are noping out. Even I have to confess that I just can't make it through them anymore; a quick skim is about all I can manage.
Same. I can't even passively listen to her anymore, because I'm either constantly muting her nose-blowing or muting her because stoned/horny Chantal is somehow MORE disgusting and cringe-inducing than
Poo Poos in the Kitchen TM.
All she does these days is cum over tzatziki sauce, and when she's not cumming over food, she's waxing poetic about some crackhead's 'penis' making contact with her nasty, sweaty folds. It's fucking WORK at this point to guard my senses against the constant assault.
It's like watching a booger have an orgasm. Yes, that's a sentence I hope to never write again, but I can't think of a more apt description of Chantal Sarault. She's the human equivalent of a fart that exists solely to inhale itself. She's every disgusting bodily function combined, but it's worse, because she looks at the body she's destroyed, the life she's created, and acts like it
doesn't belong to her; like it's just a suit she can take off when she wants to try on something else.
This woman effortlessly goes from: "Welcome to the Very Important Beezers. Ready, Set, Beeze!" while flapping her bingo wing to simulating tongue-play and talking about all the graphic ways she loves to stuff her
other holes. My brain desperately wants her to pick a lane, but it's futile. Just when you think there's no way any human being could degrade themselves further, she finds it, exploits it, and people pay for the privilege to hear every disgusting detail.
I'm just here for the series finale at this point, and to satisfy the curiosity of how and when the ground will completely implode underneath her. She's been very fortunate in many ways that her own stupidity hasn't taken her out yet.