She smiles again at the thought, her cleaned teeth gleaming back at her, she still grits her teeth and massaged a finger over them – just in case there was anything unclean in there. Grabbing the measuring cup again, she just pours a solid slop inside the cold, slimy dress, hearing the last stuff flop within, feeling it all welling around her guts, and spreading a bit. xnx A bit of the stuff squishes from both leg openings, and she presses through the lacy front at the gross mound inside, squeezing it, squishing, mushing and sliding it. Yeah, she gets up, and takes the cleaning stuff from the lower cupboard, and the bucket. The stunningly reflection looks back at her with a surprised look on the bride’s face – she’s fucking gorgeous!
