You have such gross little fantasies, it’s so cute. Reading your blog and filling your broken prolapsed asshole with soapy water. Then when you’re all full and cramping I use a toilet brush to scrub you hole clean.
uhhhn please.. get me on all fours, tie my hands down if i struggle. shove a tube in my hole and watch my eyes widen as i feel the first burn of the soap enema, with more to come.
im imagining you keeping me on my hands and knees, using me as a seat while you scroll through my filth and laugh at how bad i want to be used like this. make me squirm with shame as you call me names and pinch my welling prolapse, slapping my ass, all while my stomach grows heavier below me. i feel it flow deeper, seeping through my insides and leaving that unbearable itch, along with the urge to expel it all, but gravity is against me and with you gripping my ruined gutmeat around the tube there's simply no way out.
my pleas do nothing to slow the liquid but when you decide that's enough, the tube comes out but you still hold my ass closed. the pressure on my insides is too much and your warm hand around my prolapse has me bucking my hips as if im trying to fuck it in and out of your hand.
i can't move much from this position so i don't see what you do next but the feeling of those stiff nylon bristles against my assflesh leaves little question as to what's coming.
any other time I'd be crying and begging you not to hurt my ass like that but right now all I'm thinking of is wanting to fuck back on it. i want to feel the bristles deep inside scraping at my guts, pump it in and out until that soapy water is spurting out of my hole with each thrust. shove it in as far as it will go and swirl it around like you really are cleaning a toilet.
that's the first moment i wonder if the brush was actually used before you decided to clean my ruined hole with it. the thought makes me retch with horror but my ass clenches in excitement. with no way to know i just buck stupidly against your thrusts, my insides chafed and rubbed raw, heightening the soapy sting. most of it is on the floor by now, anyway.
when you pull the brush out through my loose asscunt it catches on my flesh like a goodbye kiss before you scrub the outside for good measure, and the rest of my soap enema shoots out of my floppy prolapse, sputtering like a deflated balloon.
