As the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, Natalia awoke with a start. She let out a deep, rumbling sigh and shifted uncomfortably in her bed. It was the perfect time of day for a big, juicy shit—and she could feel it building up inside her.
With a wicked smile, Natalia wriggled out of her pajamas and plopped onto the toilet seat. Her plump, round ass hovered invitingly just above the cool porcelain as she leaned forward, elbows on her knees. She gazed down between her legs, anticipation coursing through her veins.
A bead of sweat trickled down her forehead as she flexed her anal muscles, trying to force the turd out. It was steadfastly refusing to budge, stretching her poor anus to its limits. The wait was quite simply torture—but the anticipation made it all the more delicious.
And then finally, after what felt like an eternity, she felt the first spurt of shit escape her asshole. It was like a warm, wet kiss on her inner thighs—a sign that the dam was about to break. She moaned softly as wave after wave of shit poured out of her, coating her ass and thighs in sticky, stinky goo.
It was magnificent! She couldn't help but grin from ear to ear as she revelled in the sheer pleasure of expelling her bowels. The weight lifted from her chest as the last dribbles of shit made their way out, leaving her feeling surprisingly light and satisfied.
Natalia wiped herself clean with a warm, fluffy towel, taking her time to savor the moment. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she called out to her partner. "Come here," she purred, patting her lap invitingly. "I want you to see what I've done."
Her partner hesitated at first, but then sheepishly approached, kneeling between her legs. Natalia couldn't help but chuckle as he nervously placed his lips on her juicy, freshly-shitted ass. His eager tongue darted out, tasting the remnants of her shit and fart.
"That's it," she breathed, sinking deeper into the sensation. "Tongue-fuck my dirty asshole until there's not a trace of shit left." She spread her cheeks wide, inviting him in for a deeper taste.
His tongue worked its magic, lapping up every last drop of her sweet ass nectar. She could feel his wet, sloppy tongue dancing around her anus, searching for any remaining traces of feces. She moaned in pleasure as he reached in with his finger, massaging her prostate, making her ass gush with even more ass juice.
Finally, when he withdrew his tongue and took a breath, Natalia deemed him ready for the challenge. "Now come on," she teased, lifting her hips slightly. "Swallow faster than you shit, and clean up my ass like a good boy."
And so, the game continued—a dance of pleasure and filth, as Natalia's partner took turns shoving his tongue deep into her ass and cleaning up after her. It was the perfect way to start their day together—intimate, kinky, and wholly satisfying.
