Bleach Anus Naturally Novels & Stories

“Go on, darling. I’ll clean this up.” He leaned over his desk to pull out a container of wipes. I glared at him. “I thought you said you didn’t have wipes.” He laughed and turned the tube around. “I mean if you want to clean your vagina with bleach, be my guest.” He held out a wipe to me. “Here you go.” I pulled my shirt and bra up to flash him my breasts. “Asshole, now you can’t touch these.”

“We also did it in the girls restroom, against the sink,” Anita gasped and giggled, “That’s so hot,” she beamed. “Eww…. I can’t believe I touched that a few hours ago, my makeup was on it,” Leo shrieked. “Spread of infection,” she shivered. She grabbed her bag, took out some wipes, and cleaned her hands quickly. “Stop acting all innocent just because you ain’t getting some from Stevie over here,” she chuckled. “Trish!” Zane warned and she rolled her eyes at him.

Tracy babbled and laughter erupts around us. “Jeez, Tracy. How's that like?” Lena asks, doubling over in laughter. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing too. “Sometimes, you gotta add spice to it…” Tracy says, demonstrating giving a man a blowjob with the banana she picked up from the basket of fruit. “Add spice?” I ask, laughing, my brows wringing. “Yes, Claire. You get an orange, Peel the back, make a hole in, and then fit it onto the dick. It makes it more savory…” Tracy spits without shame.

I couldn’t believe orgasms could be triggered so simply. When just the tip of my cock remained in her butt, I scooped up more jelly and stroked it over my cock. Motes of poo dotted my prick. My stomach got queasy, but nothing would prevent me from pushing more lube between the pliable prick head and her anus. I stuffed at least another tablespoon of goo at the front of my intruding prong, without pulling out entirely.