Deep Belly Bulge, Double Penetration & Dildos all the best way inside me !

Title: “Priceless Pee: A Bacchanal of Anal Excess”

In the sultry den of depravity, adjacent to the seedy back alley, lay the stench-ridden kingdom of Tabitha the Tittering Tart. With a click of her heels and a flair for the melodramatic, she’d sway her burly frame towards you, tongue swishing across her lecherous lips.

“Yoo-hoo, tasty tartlet!” she’d trill. “Fancy a trip to the brown truffle capital?” Cackling louder than a Brothers Grimm villain, she’d shove a gloved hand inside her codpiece and produce, not a royal scepter mind you, but an unholy duo of fat dildos. The royal ‘twins.’

“Bend over, my sweet!” Tabitha’d coo, “Let me help achieve that ‘deep belly bulge’ your feeble mind has been craving.”

Her deft hands would remain true to their cause, wriggling the dual dildos deep into your ravenous maw of rectum. Inch by inch, squelch by squelch, your back passage was stretched to a gape of gargantuan proportions. The feeling was pure, unfiltered rapture – a sensation so perverse it could make a priest renounce his vows.

Tabitha would not relent, no, heaven would collapse before she did. Lustfully, she’d plunge that pair of royal shafts deeper, their pommels slapping against your reddened ass cheeks. You’d yelp and scream for mercy, feeling your guts protest as they were deformed by her mighty thrusting.

” sorprendente!” she’d cry, “Don’t fight me, tartlet! I’ve nearly finished sodomizing you into submission.” With a swift twist of her wrist, Tabitha rammed the dildos home, their rounded heads plunging through your bowels and into your semi-digested lunch. The pure ecstasy of utter defilement flooded your mind, chlorine-thick pride gushing down your legs.

Suddenly, Tabitha laid a flaming hand upon your shoulder. “You’re not done yet, sweetie pie.” With a wicked leer, she’d lean in close and breathe her next words against your sweat-slicked ear. “I’m gonna piss. In. Your. Ass.”

You’d whimper and protest, but it was to no avail. It was as if angels had sounded a trumpet for the cue – and God himself was about to take a leak. Tabitha closed her eyes, furrowed her brow, and began to unload. A steamy rivulet of piss would emerge and arc gracefully into your gaping colon. “Psssshhhhhnn!” Not a trickle, a torrent. Enough to fill your ballooning belly to the brink.

When she finished her golden shower, Tabitha would stand back and admire her handiwork. Your distended gut would protrude outward, a swollen, shiny globe. The dildos still plugging your ravaged hole would wriggle ever so slightly, as if twitching conspiratorially.

“Beautiful, simply magnifique!” Tabitha would bellow. “Now then, tartlet. You’ll kneel before your king and queen of kink.” Her hand conducts an arced bow to her crotch. “Alas, it’s been so long since I’ve been sick. And what better than to get it from your bulging belly?”

Tabitha’s hands caress and squeeze your torn gut, coaxing forth a raunchy rumble from within. Then, with a last, rancid raspberry noise, she’d break wind downwards. With a perverse moan of satisfaction, she presses her codpiece against that inflation, eager to claim the first taste of the vile cocktail brewing inside.

As the stinky swill begins to leak thickly from the tattered orifice, Tabitha catches the piss-scented splashes on her darting tongue. She swallows eagerly, moaning like a rabid bitch in heat. “Delicious! Thick, savory, and pungent – a true delicacy!” A swirling, black urge overtakes her and she writhes in the sick-flezed filth, basking in her own base debauchery.

With every lewd slurp and clutching squeeze, Tabitha draws a higher and higher fever pitch from your soul. You feel unhinged. Undone. An unleashed beast, the craven core of your being emerging like magma from a source of ultimate perversion. In the squalid delirium surrounding you, you find yourself howling your approval at this unholy sacrament of the sewer.

As the gory goodbye to all that is good and holy ends, Tabitha licks her wet lips and savors the forbidden fruit all over again with a contented sigh. “Well, my sweet. Consider yourself baptized in piss and ready for sin.” She leans in, whispering wetly in your ear. “And there’s so much more devilment to come…”