Rhys stands stocky and smooth-haired, gripping the enema bottle as he tilts it just right, the nozzle gliding deep into his asshole while the liquid fills him slow and steady. His relaxed posture afterward, legs spread, hands resting, shows no trace of the fullness as the bottle empties into him, every inch taken without hesitation. The couch in the background stays out of the way, letting the focus stay on the bottle, the nozzle, and the way he holds himself open for it.
