I revel in the pleasure of indulging in carnal desires with a morning ritual that begins with defecating on my husband’s cock. The warm, soft, and pungent feces gently caresses and envelops the skin, leaving a wet, sticky residue that intermingles with our lust. The room fills with the distinct aroma of our shared debauchery, a scent that lingers and heightens our senses.
I smear the feces all over his body, lying down on him and allowing him to pleasure me with his tongue. As he licks my pussy, I am overwhelmed by an intense wave of pleasure, a buzz that signals the impending arrival of orgasm.
In return for his service, I plunge my hand into his feces-filled ass, pulling out the filth and smearing it all over my face and chest. This is our paradise, our bliss, a world where we find pleasure in the most taboo of acts.
Do you, slave, wish to serve during our dirty sex? Crawl over here and cleanse me of my filth with your tongue. I will force you to suck on our dirty cocks and eat the stinking feces that we expel. You are nothing, nobody, a mere vessel for my desires, a being who exists only to open your mouth and consume the waste that I demand.