Upon entering the kitchen, I inquired, “What are you doing?” A cheerful Sasha, my depraved yet innocent breakfast partner, was preparing the table. She replied with a mysterious smile, “Getting ready for breakfast.” She placed the cutlery on the table and positioned herself with her ass hovering over the plate. A light brown substance wriggled out of her ass, and she gladly sat down to enjoy her dirty breakfast – her own waste. Such a mischievous little thing, indeed.