Their descent into depravity was swift, transforming from a conventional vanilla couple into enthusiastic coprophiles within six months. Emmy, in particular, embraced her new identity as a filthy woman, taking pleasure in the sensation of waste in her undergarments.
She finds gratification in the warmth of feces against her skin, the way it clings to her most intimate areas. The smell, once unbearable, now invites her, inciting her to indulge in self-gratification. Her fetish for filth has taken over, controlling her desires and urges.
Emmy’s exploits extend beyond her solo adventures. She derives power from soiling her partner, Vey, with her excrement. His arousal is palpable as he lies in the tub, waiting for her to take her place above him. His cock, rigid and ready, betrays his twisted thoughts. Emmy obliges, releasing a torrent of waste onto his member, stroking and massaging it within the filth. The sheer perversion of their acts excites them both.
Their debauchery reaches new heights as Vey inserts a hose into Emmy’s anus, releasing a forceful stream of dirty water. After cleaning her with soap, he returns to caressing her, teasing her anus. Her soapy genitals burn with anticipation, hinting at the carnal delights to come.