LILY DUPONT: A FACE MADE FOR MY FILTH
LILY DUPONT
Filth-Filled Slave in Total Ruin
From the very first moment, our plaything completely loses control. His thick, swollen cock stands at full attention, twitching with raw, restless need. He’s eager, obedient, and painfully aware of what’s coming for him today. I take my turn first. I sink down slowly onto his face, feeling his sharp tongue trace lazy circles around my hole before plunging inside, working me open with filthy precision. Then comes the moment he’s been craving. Medea and I flood his open mouth with our piss, merciless streams he scrambles to swallow. But it gets far dirtier. Medea unloads deep into his waiting throat, the hot, heavy mass filling him as he gulps it down with shameless hunger. He’s drowning in equal parts humiliation and lust. And now it’s my turn—again and again I shove my thick, creamy waste down his gullet. The filth piles up across his face, burying him beneath the dark, filthy weight of it. It’s too much... far too much... yet bite by bite, he devours every trace of my excrement. He is no longer a man. He is nothing but our toilet slave, utterly consumed.
