Puke Slut Drowns in Dominas Vomit
Lith and I stand tall in sleek latex bikinis, power radiating from every inch of our skin. At our feet, Malafalda kneels in a cheap cotton bikini, trembling, tongue out, hands gripping a transparent basin like the filthy slut she is.
Medea starts, her golden morning piss streams from her pussy into the bowl, thick, hot, rank. The stench hits me like a slap. It is disgusting. I gag, then vomit, a heaving load splashes into the basin, mixing with the piss. I spit thick saliva and mucus straight into the mouth of Malafalda. My body produces filth like a machine.
Medea doubles over, she vomits too, a torrent of bile and stomach acid. The bowl overflows with puke, piss, and spit.
We pack the mouth of Malafalda with our vomit, shove her face into the basin, drowning her in the stinking mess. She gags and chokes, but she is wet. Soaked. The humiliation drives her wild.
Medea grabs a strapon, dips it in the filth, and rams it into the dripping cunt of Malafalda. I press her face deeper in the bowl and she cums, screaming into the sludge, mouth full of our waste.
Then comes the order: Swallow it all, you dirty cunt, or you will regret it. She slurps the putrid cocktail like a starving dog. Loves it.
Finally, I stomp her down and shove my foot down her throat, deep, brutal, until she vomits again.
