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Imagine being Caroline and never being able to have anything but anal sex? Every single time you went to bed with some stud they'd instantly pounce on your little anus licking and prodding it before lubing up and jamming it into your starfish. You'd constantly try to egg them into giving your snatch a try to no avail; every man's heard of your legendary butthole and wants a piece of it, for all they care you might as well have a fat cock resting under it and it wouldn't amount to a hill of beans to these anal-obsessed wierdos. Eventually your ass would begin to loosen from being rammed so hard so many times by thick cocks that you'd barely even have to push to release stool, and one day you realize to your horror that you've pinched a loaf right in public without even realizing it. You'd have to resort to wearing a buttplug everywhere you went just to keep errant turds from flying out your loose sphincter. People would start to notice how you walk funny, and seem to prefer one leg. Rumours start to spread about how your ass has been so worn out your whole rectum has prolapsed and droops down to your knees and you need an attendant to shove it all back in again before a interview. People say that you needed to be admitted to the hospital once after your rectal entrails can out in the middle of the night and almost strangled you in your sleep. People are beginning to interpret all the trading strategies as metaphors for your anus-related grievances. People are counting down the days until you get liquidated and drop out of the crypto scene to become a OnlyFans star that specializes in rosebud scenes where horny fans of yours line up to take a nice whiff of precious Caroline's inside-out baked Alaska.

Imagine being Caroline.