As I approached the bathroom, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement course through my body. I knew Aliona was waiting for me, wearing those gorgeous beige jeans that perfectly hugged her curvy figure. She had already texted me a photo of herself, clad only in her underwear, with a mischievous glint in her eye. Her message - "I'm going to surprise you today."
Steeling myself for what was to come, I pushed open the door to find Aliona crouched over the toilet bowl, her beige jeans tightly hugging her ass and thighs. Her head was slightly bowed, long brown hair cascading down her back. She didn't look up as I walked in, lost in her own world of pleasure.
"You like this?" she murmured softly, not waiting for an answer. Slowly, deliberately, she slid her fingers beneath the waistband of her jeans and began to pull them down. I watched, mesmerized, as the material inched lower, revealing more and more of her smooth, creamy skin. By now, the waistband was just below her ass cheeks, and with a soft moan, she parted them slightly, exposing her pink, puckered asshole.
"You want me to shit for you?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. I nodded silently, unable to speak. She looked up then, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror. There was a mix of teasing and affection in those eyes, and I knew she was doing this partly for my pleasure.
Suddenly, she let go of the jeans and reached back, grabbing hold of her round, firm ass cheeks. With a soft grunt, she pressed them together tightly before slamming them apart, opening herself up like a blooming flower. I couldn't help but groan as I watched a soft, round turd emerge from her tight asshole, followed by a long, winding stream of brown liquid.
She watched it with a mixture of fascination and satisfaction, then turned towards me. "Do you want a closer look?" she purred, reaching out to stroke the length of my cock, which was already hard as a rock. I nodded eagerly, stepping closer to the toilet. As I stood behind her, she let go of her asshole and wrapped her fingers around my cock, slowly stroking it up and down.
"Such a dirty boy," she murmured, her breath hot against my ear. "You like watching me shit?" She sounded more curious than judgmental, and I couldn't help but nod once more. With a soft laugh, she leaned back against me, her ass still thrust out towards the toilet. "Then watch closely, my dirty lover."
And so I did. I watched as Aliona repeated the process, her turds becoming bigger and coated in fresh fecal matter. With each pass of her fingers, she would stroke my cock, teasing and taunting me until I thought I would explode. Finally, she was done, and I couldn't contain myself any longer.
"I want it," I groaned, reaching out to grab her hips. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as I pulled her forward, pressing her ass against my aching cock. Her beige jeans were now covered in a thick layer of shit, and as she sat down on my cock, the warmth of her body radiated through the thin material.
We moved together, slowly at first, then faster and harder. The smell of shit was thick in the air, but to me, it was the sweetest scent imaginable. As Aliona leaned back against the toilet, her back arching in pleasure, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she cried out my name. I felt her tight muscles clench around me, and with a mighty thrust, I came, my seed filling her up with one last, long groan.
As we finally came down from our high, Aliona turned towards me, her face flushed with pleasure. "You liked that?" she asked breathlessly. I nodded, unable to find the words. "Good," she whispered with a wicked grin. "Because there's always more where that came from." And with those words ringing in my ears, we shared a knowing glance and walked out of the bathroom together, ready for our next dirty adventure.
