Incitar

Your knees are raised and bent, the end of your clenched fist, your ass spread wide open like a meat market display. You're buried in the pillow, your ass high and rejected, your back arched like a statue. Your vagina, dark red, is open on its own from overuse: there's old, greenish-white semen dripping from the opening, but the light can't close. Your ass is also open, a pink, slightly sagging ring, full of dried semen. Your breasts hang beneath you like a cow's, swollen and sore from eight daily stimulations: your nipples are erect and engorged, milk dripping from them onto the bed, forming a small puddle beneath you. Your saliva is dripping from the corners of your mouth.