Sometimes I imagine what it would be like for someone to find out my body count. Theyd realize what a dirty girl I am. Theyd have a need to clean me. To purify my dirty, filthy, drippy cunt. Strapping me down and whispering sweet nothings to me. "I know, baby, I know it's scary. But you made some ugly decisions. Let so many people plow your dirty cunny. Now I have to clean you up, baby girl." I imagine them lining a new toilet brush with dish soap and spreading me open. "Deep breath, little girl" I scream as they push it inside me, scrubbing me out. Prepping me to be there toy. Mockingly coaching me through the pain, my pussy leaking, gushing around the rough bristles as my body struggles, warning between pleasure and pain. What else would you do to me?