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Blake stood in front of the bathroom sink, prepping the enema bag. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Yilk moved around in the glass as a yes.
"Okay," she poured her lover into the bag, holding the clamp shut. She climbed into the shower. With her other hand she grabbed the bottle of lube, putting it all around her asshole. After the accident, she knew that Yang would expire soon. This was her best option. She took the tip of the tube and started pushing it in slowly until it was securely in place.
"It's time, love," she let go of the clamp, letting her girlfriend flow into her.
She resisted touching herself while Yilk filled her system. She couldn't support herself on only one hand. Not like this.
She was inflamed, her stomach cramping from the large amount of liquid dripping in. Tears dripped down her face--both from grief and pain.