Lyne and I are reaching back into the deprave innards of your sick mind and bringing them back to the light. You attempt with all your might to deny this part of you, but the more you hide it, the more it requests of you. Youve always been an booty man, but your once harmless obsession with a bod part has turned into a monster. You now hanker not only the weight of a womans slick ideal booty on your face, but the brown, rancid caviar that comes out of it. Youve diminished yourself to nothing but a toilet. A waste eater. How do you live with yourself? Lyne and I begin by leisurely taunting 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 you crave. Youre a pig desperate to wallow in filth. We describe in graphic, heart stopping detail just how well use you; keeping your mouth agape as youre ordered to 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 youve grown to crave.
