Ashatron

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Ashley awoke from her nap, holding her stomach "I have to poop." She groaned with exasperation.

She looked out the window of her bathroom greeted with beautiful,  potent poppy flowers.

Ashley began to hear drops of her feces splash into the toilet. "Oo," she cooed, feeling the cold water drip from her core. "It nearly touched my butthole."

Suddenly, the strawberry blonde girl heard taps erupting from the door.

"Hello?"

Ashley began to panic, bringing salt out from her bathroom cabinet, lining the door and windows with the mineral.

She breathed out heavily in despair, lining her back against a wall.

"Ash, it's just me."

The weight had lifted off her shoulders, with the sound of the familiar voice.

Ashley rushed to the door, greeted by a 55 year old.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Metatron smirked, standing in the doorway.

"No," Ashley smirked. "I've been waiting for you."

Metatron pulled Ashley into a rough kiss, holding the back of her head intensely.

Ashley moaned into his mouth.

Metatron pulled away, looking his beloved in the eyes.

"Move over." Metatron shoved his girl out the way, leaving her speechless.

Metatron pulled his pants down, sitting on the toilet.

Low grunts and moaned exited his lips, he began to grip the walls around him.

Ashley turned on her heels in the other direction.

"WHeRe Ya GOinG?" Metatron asked, his voice shaky from what was happening beneath him.

"Away," She waved her hand in front of her nose. " I'm gonna throw up."

Ashley couldn't wait any longer, she released her fluids out onto the bathroom floor.

Metatron got off the toilet, cupping her vomit in his hands.

He began to sip the fluids in his hands, almost choking on chunks of food that was found in her vomit.

Ashley rushed over to the toilet, mimicking his movements with the items in the toilet.

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After the session, they layed in bed in each other's arms.  

Ashley began to rub circles on Metatron's butt cheek.

He shuddered at her touch.

By the time he looked back, Ashley had already fallen asleep.

THE END BITCHES

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