"Ah, relief," she sighed, and the sound was like music to my ears. But as she leaned back to wipe herself, she misjudged and her ass cheeks smacked into my face. I felt her squeeze, the tightness of her sphincter against my nose and cheeks. "What the fuck?" she screeched, jumping up and turning around, her pussy so close to my eyes that I could see the delicate folds of her labia. She stared at me, horrified, but the shock quickly turned to a smirk as she took in the ridiculousness of the situation.
"Well, well, well," she said, a wicked glint in her eye. "Looks like you're in a bit of a pickle." Her breasts bobbed as she giggled, the sight of them making my cock throb even harder. She had the kind of tits that were perfect for burying your face in, the kind that could make a man forget all his troubles—or at least the fact that he was stuck in a puddle of his own cousin's snot. "I guess you're not just watching," she murmured, leaning over and poking me with a clean piece of toilet paper.
My heart raced as she took a step closer, her hand moving to her own ass, her thumb playing with the tight ring of her anus. "You know, I've never had a butt plug with a face before," she mused, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But if I'm gonna have one, it might as well be you." With that, she pushed me into her ass, the snot acting as a sickening lubricant as I slid in past the tight resistance. My head was the only part sticking out, my eyes staring straight ahead into the void of her bowels.
"Does it feel good?" she asked, her voice echoing strangely around the bathroom. "Do you like being in there?" I couldn't answer, of course, but she didn't seem to need one. She began to rock back and forth, her cheeks clenching around me like a vice. I could feel the warmth of her insides, the gentle undulations of her intestines as she pushed me deeper. It was a sensation that was simultaneously revolting and strangely arousing, the kind of thing that could only happen in the twisted reality we'd stumbled into.
Her hand moved down to her pussy, her fingers tracing the outside of her lips before dipping inside. "Mmm," she murmured, her eyes closed in pleasure. "You're so warm." Her nails scraped against my shaft as she masturbated, sending shivers down my spine. I was trapped, a prisoner to her whims, and yet I couldn't help but feel a perverse kind of excitement.
I watched in fascination as her thumb circled her clit, her other fingers pushing into her wetness. Her pussy was a thing of beauty, a tight, pink flower that was now squeezing around me, her juices mixing with the snot in a way that should have been revolting but was instead intoxicating. She moaned softly, the sound vibrating through me, and I felt my cock twitch in response.
But then she pulled up, her thong and pants rising with her, taking me along for the ride. The snot peeled away from my body with a wet, squelching noise, and I was left clinging to her ass like a desperate lover. "Looks like you're coming with me," she said with a smirk, pulling her pants all the way up and tucking me into her ass crack.
As she walked out of the bathroom, her cheeks jiggling with every step, I felt like a forgotten piece of toilet paper stuck in the most intimate of places. She didn't bother to wipe me off or acknowledge me, instead she just continued on with her day as if I wasn't there. Her tight, round ass was like a pair of headphones that played a constant bassline of embarrassment and arousal into my ears. Whats next?
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