Ceara Lynch – Slave’s Dinner – Princess Lyne, Denial

Lyne and I r reaching back into the deprave depths of your sick mind & bringing them back to the light. You try with all your might 2 deny this part of you, but the more you hide it, the more it demands of u.
You’ve always been an “ass man,” but your once innocent obsession with a body part has turned into a monster. You now crave not only the weight of a woman’s smooth perfect ass on your face, but the brown, rancid caviar that comes out of it. You’ve reduced yourself 2 nothing but a toilet. A waste eater. How do you live with yourself? Lyne & I start by slowly teasing you with our skin tight latex covered asses, then peel them down to reveal our small thongs. Your mouth salivates as your cock throbs. We know just what u crave. You are a pig desperate to wallow in filth. We describe in graphic, heart stopping detail just how we’ll use u; keeping your mouth agape as you’re forced 2 hold our excrement on your tongue for as long as we deem appropriate. Then chew it up until it coats your, permanently staining your breath, and then swallow: savoring that putrid flavor you’ve grown 2 crave.