Upon entering the kitchen, I inquired, “What are you doing?” My innocent yet depraved lover, Sasha, was setting the table with a bright smile. She replied with a mysterious grin, “Preparing for breakfast.” She placed the cutlery on the table and sat down with her ass hanging over the plate. A light brown substance wiggled out of her ass, and she contentedly began to consume her unconventional breakfast of her own feces. Such a mischievous little thing.