My asshole was twitching with anticipation, already lubed and begging for it. I’d laid out the tub of cold, thick coconut yoghurt—500ml of creamy white goodness. The scent was tropical, sweet, but all I could think about was the cold, slick feel of it flooding my backdoor.

I dipped my fingers in, scooping a generous glob. With a shudder, I smeared it around my tight pucker, working the cool paste into my rim. My hole clenched, then relaxed, accepting the first teasing invasion. I moaned, pushing two fingers inside, feeling my inner walls give way. But that was just the warm-up.

Grabbing the tub, I tilted it against my spread cheeks. The first pour was a shock—a cold, thick stream directly onto my hole. I gasped as it seeped in, the pressure building deliciously. I kept pouring, feeling my insides stretch and fill, a sloshing, wet weight settling deep in my bowels. 500ml is a lot. I could feel every milliliter, a cool, heavy bulge distending my ass. I was already leaking, yoghurt dripping down my taint.

Then I saw it: the anal snake, a monstrous 450mm of smooth, flexible silicone. It glistened under the light. My filled hole pulsed at the sight.

I pressed the tapered tip against my yoghurt-slicked entrance. It met resistance—my ass was packed tight. With a grunt, I pushed. The head popped in, and a gush of yoghurt erupted around the intrusion, splattering the sheets. The sound was obscene—a wet, squelching *shlurp*.

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