Kira arrives at the neon rave painted in fake clothes—thin neon straps over bare tits, illusory thong framing her dripping cunt. Ecstasy hits, paint fails, strangers grope, security fingers, gloryholes choke her throat, crowds surf her leaking holes, tents double-penetrate and golden-shower her branded body. By dawn she's a cum-flooded, piss-soaked, sharpie-slurred festival fuckpig, holes gaping, still begging for more ruin.
My wife Carol was playing the part of a Dom and I her sex slave. She splits for a while and her mom Agnes drops in, nice things go on. 1 week later I learn of where she went and what she did, which worked well for me and now Agnes is the lady I spend life with.