Extreme anal and monster prolapses

dirty anal dildo, cheeks smearing, then big prolapses, inflatable buttplug, and shit licking

Boss Humiliated by Her Employee

I called Sara, my boss, at the motel under the guise of a private meeting, and when I opened the door, Sara already had her eyebrows raised. I sat down on the bed and told her about my raise and overtime. She just looked at me.

And she said no, which meant she refused to raise my salary.

Sara took a second, then laughed and nodded. She said, "It's a joke, but I wasn't playing with her anymore." It was real. I took some drops out of my purse and put them in her drink, which she drank. I bandaged her eyes and tied her hands. Then we started playing the bargaining game as employee and boss. I undressed her and started penetrating her. Her dildoing with her eyes closed was both humiliation and excitement. She enjoyed it, so we continued playing the game. Afterwards, she asked if she would raise my salary. I pulled her out of the room naked and ran out.

milk and bananas

milk and bananas in my butt, barely dirty but quite messy in terms of smashed bananas

Scat on dildo + pee

shitting, smearing it on the dildo, riding it, putting the shit back in my ass, riding it some more, and finishing with some pee

In your face

Sara and I plopped down on the couch, still dressed up after an afternoon of laughter. She was wearing her tight black pants, and I was wearing my short blue jumpsuit. We looked at each other amused, as if the whole world was an excuse to spend time together.

Between conversations, we shared a piece of chocolate cake. The sugar made us even more animated, and we started laughing at everything.

Suddenly, Sara flinched a little, and an unexpected sound broke the calm.

Oh no she said, covering her face, red with laughter.

I froze for a second, until I couldnt hold back my laughter.

Sara I exclaimed, between giggles, waving my hands as if that would help.

She couldn't stop laughing either, even though she tried to act serious.

It's the cakes fault, not mine she said in a feignedly professional voice.

The moment ended in laughter, as the room was very smelly.

A Day of Wild Inspiration

Today I woke up with a peculiar idea swirling in my mind: I wanted to unleash my essence on a bed of wildflowers. It wasn't just any whim, but a creative urge, a primal connection with nature. So, without hesitation, I headed to the nearest park, where wildflowers painted the ground in vibrant colors.

I took them home, and in an act of pure spontaneity, I dropped a masterpiece of epic proportions, a creation that seemed endless, decorating the flowers with a personal touch. But it didn't end there. Somehow, my imagination (or my body) decided to take it further: wild fruits began to emerge from my ass, juicy and shiny strawberries, as if my being had become a magical orchard, strawberries covered in my special chocolate, a surreal delight that seemed to scream, "Do you fancy some?"

Such was my adventure, a moment of liberation, art, and a touch of natural madness. Who needs a canvas when you have a park and a vision?