Melissa was still so caught up in the moment that she had forgotten to move, at least until Claire began advancing up to the gate herself. xxx Whether the warm, soft probes that inflamed her diseased puss were fingers, tongues or merely crumbling lumps of shit, she had no way of knowing. “So, how was Australia, sweetest?”, asked Claire. Oh, but it was horrible. “Oh, holy crap!”
“Eat up, little one, it’s good for you!”, taunted Claire, before rapidly laying into the shaven teen slit before her. The parts that had survived the journey through her intestines were no longer so fine, having been reduced to scraggly rinds of decaying fat and roughage. It’s about Mum and Dad…” she choked out. Melissa’s face lit up again.
