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God, David.' I arched against him when he moved to my other breast. Two fingers worked inside me, a little uncomfortable but nothing I couldn’t handle. Not so long as he kept his mouth on me, lavishing my breasts with attention. His thumb rubbed around a sweet spot and my eyes rolled back into my head. So close. The strength of what was building was staggering. Mind-blowing. My body was going to be blown to dust, atoms, when this hit. If he stopped, I’d cry. Cry, and beg. And maybe kill... I came, groaning, every muscle drawn taut. It was almost too much. Almost

Olivia sat alone in her bathtub... Liv let the diarrhea spurt from her tired anus for a few minutes. The sloshing sound echoing through the room calmed her. By the time she was satisfied with the amount of diarrhea coating the bottom of the tub, it was about an inch deep. "I guess it is kind of like a soup," She joked, laughing to herself. She quivered, imagining daddy Cool seeing the mess she'd made. She pushed any precaution aside though, for what was to come would never leave that room. She slowly ran her fingers through the sludge, it's aroma a symphony of smells. She inhaled deeply, until her nostrils burned. She hesitantly brought it to her face, then quickly jerked her hand down. Her vagina was starting to feel wet.

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