Not My Stepmom, She is My Secret Anal Snack - Anal Vore, Ass Fetish, Ass Smothering

Description: Damn, picking an outfit is such a chore. i rifled through my wardrobe, the silky fabrics whispering against my fingers. my giant friends were waiting, and i needed something that screamed "powerful goddess who could crush a city with her thighs." my eyes landed on it: the black latex jumpsuit. perfect. it’s like a second skin, hugging every insane curve. i stepped into the leg holes, the cool fishnet a delicious shock against my skin. i started to shimmy it up, the material clinging tight over my hips and up to my boobs. that’s when i felt it. a tiny, frantic pressure. a wriggling. right there, stuck on my jumpsuit. a slow, wicked smile spread across my face. oh, right. stepmom. i’d almost forgotten about the shriveled little bitch. i’d shrunk her down after she had the audacity to tell me to clean my room. she’d been sobbing, begging on her knees, which were about the size of grains of rice. it was pathetic. and so, so hot. i’d decided her new home would be my most intimate place. my asshole. pulling the jumpsuit up the rest of the way, i felt her squirm intensify as the fishnet sealed her into my chest. then i stuffed her into my anal, pressing her deeper into my warm, tight tunnel. i closed up my ass cheeks, the sound final and satisfying. i turned to the mirror, admiring the flawless, unbroken purple net over my giant body. no one would ever guess my secret. i gave a little clench, feeling her tiny body get compressed even further. a faint, muffled squeal echoed from deep within me. it was the most satisfying feeling. my personal little toy, trapped forever in my anal vault. she was nothing but a forgotten morsel, a part of me now. i was going to go dance on tables with my friends, and my stepmom was going to be jostled and bounced around in the dark, warm prison of my ass all night long. the ultimate power trip. she’s not my stepmom anymore; she’s just my ass meat.