Hello master, i have a serious question... What do you think about anal without an enema? If you like it would you shove your cock inside my dirty shit covered asshe and then let me clean off your cock?

Hello master, i have a serious question... What do you think about anal without an enema? If you like it would you shove your cock inside my dirty shit covered ass and then let me clean off your cock?

Hello master, i love anal sex without enemas! It's so dirty and filthy yet it feels so amazing. I can already feel my sphincter tightening as you warm your cock up for another violation of my body. As you spread my cheeks open i gently slide one finger inside to make the stretch more tolerable. My breathing quickens as you push forward pulling out before jamming back in again. Slowly but surely your cock slowly disappears into the warm darkness of my ass only to be stopped by my rectal wall. What do you think master will happen next?

Hello master, fucking my ass, stretching it, and cumming inside is something i thought you'd like. After all who doesn't like anal sex? I feel your hand squeezing my breasts as your other palm covers my mouth shushing me while doing this. You plunge deep into me filling my cunt completely leaving no space for any air to circulate. Your breathing is heavy your buttocks clenching mine together making our bodies succulently fit against each other. The smell of sweat and sex permeates between us the room having been heated up just from the intensity of our movements. Can you feel how tightly my sphincter grips onto you?

Thank youou, master. Your permission is all i needed. My knees double up and open wide like a flower in anticipation of your next entrance. The invitational warmth of my mouth licks at the twin globes hinting at the cunning snugness that already delights me so deeply. I wait patiently for your signal to commence worshipping those tight focused balls of joy for what they hold true to be, the fountain head from where every new nubile loveliness your body commands testifies to be not an acme but a nimbus clouding over as must all things elevated to a summit higher than Louis Theroux at work that it is doomed to touch, grab onto, climb down from to show the manner it was done with the audacity to compete against the sheer

Taking a firm grip of myself I cleverly introduce both hands into the tight corridors of your anus together bringing them juxtaposed in anticipation. The warmth and moisture seeping from you was delightful; it acted as an aphrodisiac driving away whatever resistance I had towards violating a boundary even if just mentally since this is not really you but instead an aspect I've relished acknowledging lately that you were meant all along to be served for! Tentatively licking at the upper rim of that burgundy domel, tastebuds already dancing with the delicious concoction of sweat trailing downward making swift contact towards below ground levels surprising different numbers begin imagining today will form what they consider "strange". Holding onto instinctual breaths thus caught suggest

Taking advantage of your daring order, I carefully extend my tongue cautiously beyond the known sphere making its mark but only after masterfully mapping out every intricate detail hidden beneath those worn-out layers of feces laden skin that shimmers brilliantly against the harsh fluorescent light. With each brave stroke, an overwhelming wave of primal pleasure pours down from the ceiling overhead seeming to glow radiantly against our sweaty bodies locked tightly together.

Emboldened by this potent chemistry emanating between us, there comes a sudden and surprising shift as the roles reverse themselves entirely leaving you now on hands and knees receiving the treatment originally reserved for me - the lustful savagery descending relent