In a less-than-ideal hotel, I come across a flawless glass table. My mind starts to wander, and I can’t help but wonder what it would look like if I completely let go on it. I ask you to sit underneath the table and look up. My curiosity is piqued. First, I release my bladder. The table is quickly covered in a stream of urine, splashing all over your face. I’ve been holding in my bowel movement, and it’s almost too much to bear. I tease myself with the pressure of the glass table against my butthole as my bowels release. A thick, delicious, and fragrant log of poop emerges, leaving a beautiful mess on the table. I can’t resist the temptation and sit on it, rubbing my ass cheeks all over it. The mess only grows bigger, and I revel in the sensation of it spreading everywhere. I proudly display the massive, thick slab of poop from every angle for you to see. The cleanup is a daunting task, but I make a half-hearted attempt before walking out the door, leaving the incredibly dirty and poop-stained table behind. There’s something thrilling about being so dirty.