Tiny Model Snatched From the Screen And Fed to My Starving Asshole Fetish - Anal Vore, Ass Fetish

Description: You thought you could steal my boyfriend and walk away, didn’t you, bitch? one second you were up there on that stupid fashion runway, all perfect hair and smug little model pout, flashing your fake smile to the camera… and the next? my fingers tore through the screen like paper. that’s right, ex-bestie. me — your once “invisible” friend, now towering over your pathetic world like a goddess forged from wrath and thunder. i grew so big i could crush cities under my toes, but you? you weren’t worth a city. you were worth one hole. and what a hungry hole it is. you kicked and screamed as i plucked you out of the screen, dangling you between my colossal fingers like a filthy cockroach. i saw the exact moment your brain short-circuited — when you realized that yes, i was real, and yes, i remembered everything. how you “accidentally” brushed against him at brunch. how you “forgot” your bikini top at his pool party. how you laughed when i cried. so now? now you get to pay in the most degrading way possible. still squirming? good. i love that. i stretched my enormous, sweat-slicked asscheeks apart with a thunderous slap, revealing my pulsing, ravenous anal void — a dark, wet tunnel of pure punishment, twitching and gurgling with hunger. the stench of dominance rolled off me in waves. you screamed, begged, even tried to bite my fingertip… cute. then — pop — i shoved you headfirst into my sphincter. your tiny body slid deeper, inch by inch, as my ass gulped you down like a starving python. i moaned as you stretched me, your legs kicking feebly against my oily rim before being sucked inside completely. the walls of my ass clenched around you, hot and relentless, pulling you deeper into my bowels. i could feel you trying to crawl back up, but there’s no escape. no runway, no spotlight, no pretty boy to save you. just eternity in my digestive darkness. as my ass sealed shut with a wet, gurgling plop, i leaned forward, smirking at the camera. “next time you want my man, baby… just ask. i’ll save you a seat — right between my cheeks.”