Finally purchased that water bottle I've been eyeing for months. It's important to stay hydrated, they said. It'll help your skin look fresher, they said. Well, then. This bottle better prevent my pores from opening up.
Onto the more interesting stuff...
Now, I'm in my bunk, having my butthole penetrated with the tip of the water bottle. Phil was, of course, doing the penetrating. I loved my Phil. He never cared about the hairy Amazon that is my butthole. He thinks I'm beautiful no matter what.
I moaned into the pillow and stroked my Jimbob with an iron fist.
With his right hand, Phil thrust the entire length of the water bottle into my special tunnel. I screamed with pleasure. With his other hand, he kneeded by butt cheek and licked the precious, salty sweat forming at the back of my thighs.
"Spank me, Phil. Spank me. I need it hard," I screamed in agony, bouncing on the balls of my knees. He didn't obey. Instead, he nuzzled his nose into my butt cheeks and began to sink his teeth into my meaty flesh.
"I love that pert ass that you carry around like a wagon, Dan."
His salty language always bumped my libido into the full ignition. I pressed my entire body against the bed and rubbed my sensitive nipples and my cock into the Egyptian silk.
Phil turned his focus onto the bottle that was stuck in my fart box. He pounded it in so deeply that my butthole started bleeding. The dark, red liquid oozed out onto Phil's tongue.
Phil made an approving sound - he always liked the metallic taste of blood.
"Phil... you know what I really need," I pleaded, "so give it to me. Please."
Hesitantly, Phil got up and grabbed a sharp needle from the desk. He pierced it straight through the bottle; the transparent fluid spilling out.
As he pulled the bottle out of the butthole, he ordered me : "Open your mouth and get on your knees." So I did.
Phil smirked at my obedience and plunged the remainings of the circular object into my mouth. I could taste myself. My blood, poo, and pubic hair so deliciously blended together.
I came right there.
"Yes, baby. That's it. Cum for me," cooed Phil, licking the cum from the tip of my bratwurst.
After he came up for air, we both stared at each other. Eventually, Phil wrapped his arm around my shoulder and nuzzled into the crook of my neck.
"10 minutes and it will be your turn to keep me hydrated."
The End.
Water. It is important to stay hydrated.
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The Water Fic
FanfictionWater. It is important to stay hydrated. At least Dan and Phil think so.
