You are so tiny, made to watch Ziva and I up close as we play with your little friends like they’re nothing. We press them against our belly buttons and stuff them inside, one after another, listening to their helpless screams and feeling every kick and squirm as our navels tighten around them. It’s filthy, teasing, and addictive; the stimulation makes our stomachs tense as we use their wriggling bodies to work ourselves into a frenzy. The deeper we push them, the stronger it feels, like our belly buttons were made for this. You watch in horror as the tinies disappear inside us completely, swallowed into our navel holes until there’s nothing left outside. No evidence; no escape. Just the sick satisfaction of knowing they’re trapped inside, fully claimed. Its so hot to us, we finger fuck each other s belly holes and rub our belly buttons together to bellygasm as a celebration. And once we’ve had our fun with them, we turn our attention to you. Because you’ve been watching for too long,
