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As she did, a couple small chunks of mushy shit flew out and into the back of Saema’s mouth. “Guess I had to go afterall,” she said. Her face scrunched up a bit suddenly and her cheeks turned red as she closed her eyes and began grunting and straining. Her puckered anus slowly opened up and a long, thick turd began to emerge. Much like soft-serve ice cream, Vicky’s shit landed in the back of Saema’s open mouth and then began to coil up as the girl kept forcing more and more out of her bowels. Her mouth was nearly full, the fecal matter coming out past her lips by the time Vicky was finally finished. She got up and hopped down from the table, yet she took Saema’s right middle and index fingers and stuck them up her own ass and used them to clean the shit out of there. It was at that time that Mrs. Vargas decided to stop in and see what was going on. “So, how are you two-...” she cut off. “Vicky! Did casting you…? Did you just shit in that girl’s mouth?” Emile seemed stunned. Vicky just kind of smiled wryly. “It seems your tastes get more and more extreme each time.” “Is it a problem?” Victoria asked, calmly. amateur She really didn’t want to get reported for this. Thinking on it, though, she realized this was an irrational fear as Mrs. Vargas had been the one allowing her to do this and likely would not want to lose her business and licenses (and face jail time potentially, as well as lawsuits from families) over this. “No. Of course not. We’ll get her cleaned up and ready for transport,” Emile said, walking over to the table. “You’ll help, that’s for sure.” Cleaning up Saema’s body took around an hour. Vicky and the older woman were meticulous in washing her body with rags, sponges, and antiseptic soaps, being sure to clean every orifice to remove any evidence of extra-curricular play that happened. Normally, this was something Mrs. Vargas or one of her assistants would have done as standard protocol on their own, but Emile knew that this was something her younger friend would enjoy and, frankly, after what Vicky had done to soil the corpse, she reality thought helping her clean was the least the girl could do. “The girl’s family is mostly out East, right?” Vicky inquires as she set one of the rags down in a biohazard bin next to one of the sinks. “Tomorrow we’ll be embalming her,” Emile replies, matter-of-factly. “I’ll get the family to confirm transit arrangements to Pennsylvania. It should be fairly straight-forward...At least, I hope,” she shrugs, snapping out a blue authentic sheet and tossing it over the corpse’s midsection. Mrs. Vargas spends a moment tugging on the fabric to make sure it drapes over her genitals and pert breasts. The investigator gathers up what few things Hardcore she brought with her into her purse and smiles at Emile. Hector thought about it for a weekend after receiving the results of his inquiries. Her bedroom had a large casting king size bed, carpeted floors, and a closet on the far wall. “Like making a baby?” Diamond asked. I hugged her close and I knew she could feel my erection. I couldn’t breathe as he played with my tits and rolled his body against mine at the same time. I was feeling limp and dizzy, but like myself. Looking up, his eyes narrowed at the sight of her, still covering her breast. He wanted his children happy. “Ava, you're going to get me in so much trouble,” he panted. She didn't have a bad singing voice, and the song's innocence sounded adorable in her higher register. Ginny attacked him by jumping on the bed right on top of him. As she got out and amateur made her way out the store something caught her eye, something that could help her with dreams. I say a quick prayer and wait to see who needs help. I have found this Hardcore place just outside the Strip entrance of MGM Grand to be particularly good. Fuck! “I’ve authentic never been in a sex reality shop before.”