We’ve been in a relationship for some time now. Our sexual encounters are always passionate and intense, resulting in you experiencing the most intense orgasms of your life. However, there is a price to pay for this pleasure. I have clogged your toilet on numerous occasions, and have defecated in the most inconvenient places around your house.
Today, you are in the bathroom, fresh out of the shower. Suddenly, you hear me moaning and groaning in the other room. You wrap a towel around yourself and go to investigate. You find me writhing in pleasure, on the verge of defecating. I inform you that I need to relieve myself urgently. You ask if I’m okay, as my movements seem intense, but I tell you that I’m actually enjoying the sensations. However, I can no longer hold in my noxious, gassy defecation.
You offer me the use of the toilet, but I refuse, stating that it’s too mundane. You think to yourself that I’m too horny again, and hope that you can convince me to use the toilet. After a lengthy discussion, I inform you with great urgency that I cannot defecate in the toilet, I need to do it somewhere more exciting. You are unable to stop me as I undress and hover my ass above your very recently cleaned sink.
I relax my bloated bowels and push out a large, stinky pile of defecation, covering your sink. It’s a huge mess and I add to it with noisy farts, as the potent stench saturates your bathroom and the whole house. I feel more defecation in my bowels, but I am unable to release it at this moment. This means that I will defecate somewhere else very soon! I sniff my creation and comment on how strong it smells. I love this! My anus is incredibly dirty with the thick, stinky defecation. I spread my amazing, fat buttocks for you to see up close.
And then, with my dirty, poopy bottom still unwiped, I announce that I will sit on your couch. You try to stop me, but it’s already too late.