I love anal sex ⇐ Half-truths and fantasies

[Anonymous]

I never thought that I would become addicted to anal sex. The morning begins with an anal plug 4.5 cm in diameter, and the vagina, even without that same plug, flows in streams.
Some may not like the look of a broken ass, but I get high when I stand with my back to the mirror at full height, I bend over and look at this lilac-red hole, from which intestinal juice is oozing, and maybe also someone’s sperm... And after a little time, instead of a broken anal ring, there remains just a slightly open, swollen hole, cute pulsating at any mention or even the slightest thought about anal sex. I immediately want to put three fingers inside myself, fuck the sensitive walls after the penis, howl like a bitch in heat, and flood the parquet floor under me with hot urine.
I have not looked at what kind of partner I will have for a long time. The main thing for me is that his dick ends up in my ass, and as soon as possible. I don’t care how long his organ is, what its diameter is, or how many veins there are on the trunk. It is important for me that he inserts, fucks me thoroughly and cums inside, and after him I will plug the hole with my favorite medical steel plug, and I will purr contentedly, stroking my wet clitoris from lubricant.
I remember how for a couple of days in a row they fucked me in the ass, so the intestines had already begun to fall out, and they inserted my arm up to the elbow... Those were the times, ah.
Sheer bliss, after anal fucking, lying on the bed, stroking this broken hole, trembling when the fingertip touches a microcrack on the anal ring, and get excited again, realizing that I want more, and right now. And now I’m spreading the halves of my ass to the sides so that the new dick can attach itself to the open, ready asshole.

[DNA]

[Hysteria]

Those who have not tried will not understand