You return home after work to find me, naked and masturbating on your couch, completely overcome with orgasmic pleasure. My ecstasy is so intense that I can barely pause to greet you, let alone get up and go to the toilet. Seeing me in such a state turns you on, and you begin to touch and grope my body, focusing on my ass. As you do so, you notice to your shock that a massive turd is beginning to push its way out of my tight butthole.
Desperately, you urge me to go to the toilet, but it’s already too late. I’m far too horny to stop, and the feeling of the turd in my ass is only adding to my pleasure. You know that I won’t be able to climax until I’ve released the massive load in my bowels, but you can’t help but hope that I’ll be able to finish before it makes a mess on your couch.
You begin to masturbate, knowing that it usually doesn’t take long for me to reach orgasm when you do. I moan and writhe with pleasure, and you feel confident that I’ll be able to finish before the turd is fully expelled. But just as you’re starting to relax, you realize that the opposite is happening. As I rub my pussy, my anus stretches wide, and a massive, thick, hard log of poop begins to slide out onto your couch.
You know that it’s too late to stop now, and you watch in amazement as the log grows longer and thicker. The smell of my poop fills the room, and I cry out with pleasure as I reach a powerful, shaking orgasm. You find it hard to admit, but the sight of me, covered in poop and still writhing with pleasure, is turning you on more than you ever thought possible.
I open my legs, inviting you to come lick and fuck me, right next to the massive log of poop on your couch. I let out a fart, filling the room with even more of my intoxicating scent. You’re torn between your disgust and your desire for me, but in the end, you can’t resist. You join me in my poopy, smelly, orgasmic rabbit hole, knowing that things will never be the same again.
Think twice before inviting me over.