This morning, my husband lies before me, legs spread in shameless submission. His ass, swollen and gaping, awaits my touch. I intend to take full advantage of this willing receptacle, first with my fist, then with both hands. I delight in the thought of stretching him wide, claiming his body for my own pleasure. As I work on his pliant form, I feel the urge to defecate. Quickly, he positions himself beneath me, opening his mouth to receive my waste. I fill his mouth, watching with satisfaction as he struggles to contain it. I waste no time in lowering myself onto his face, smothering him in filth. His futile attempts to escape only heighten my pleasure. Ah, how I have missed the thrill of facesitting in waste. It is a pleasure I shall indulge in more often.