Shelly’s B.O. Xnx Suddenly he pumps thick spurts of love-slime right up Shelly’s bum-hole. Feast. Shirt gives off wet rubbery squeaks in a jerky rhythm as her body goes twitch-twitch. Squelch. Shelly knows it is destroying her brain, gently sterilising her brain cells until she is nothing but vegetable. She breathes but so rarely, her breaths all full of deep, wet, kinky pleasure. Suddenly she cannot resist what the stinks have forced her to crave. It has been specially prepared for little Shelly by the Master. Shelly has been brain-washed. Her eyes flutter. The face stares blankly. Her fadge is wet. She sits upon an ornate leather throne. Eyes are rolled upwards like she’s having an exquisite orgasm. She knows it will destroy her brain. Lips whisper no, no, must not eat. She is only twelve years old. Must not.
