vomits, defecates and eats while masturbating
Sara always laughed at herself because she loved to feast until her stomach hardened, too full to move. That sensation drove her crazy, halfway between pleasure and despair. One night she overindulged: she had eaten so much that she couldn't bear the weight in her belly, panting between giggles, her skin about to burst.
She looked at the jar on the table and, mischievously, took it as her secret ally. Brazenly, she emptied what she could no longer hold, leaving it there like a naughty treasure. She lay on the bed, caressing herself, feeling every touch on her sensitive and aroused belly. Between gasps, she laughed at how dirty and daring she was, enjoying the forbidden game.
Later, when hunger returned, she opened the jar as if it were a private banquet. Each bite awakened an electric tingle inside her. Between laughter, bites, and caresses, she let herself go, growing wetter with each movement. The contrast between feeling full again and playing with his fingers was a fiery cocktail that made her writhe with pleasure.
In the end, exhausted and naughty, Sara thought no one would understand how delicious their secret game was, but she loved being so daring.
