As the young, attractive woman lowered her impossibly tight yoga pants and exposed her plush, pillowed ass to you, you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement course through your entire being. Your heart thumped in your chest like a hummingbird's wings as you knelt before her, the sweet tang of her perfume filling the air. It was a moment of sublime worship, devoted to the most sacred of human functions - shitting.
Your mouth watered in anticipation as you looked up at her, your eyes straying towards the erotic sight of her firm, round backside. You wondered how it would feel to have her surprise shit land on your tongue, the warmth of her feces mixing with the gentle tickle of your saliva. You knew that she was your goddess, and soon, you would taste her divine excretion.
She didn't speak a word, but her body language spoke volumes. With a seductive grin, she wiggled her juicy buttocks, inviting you to get a closer look. And so, you did. Leaning in, you placed your lips gently against the soft, slightly moist skin of her ass, savoring the musky scent that emanated from her pores. Your tongue darted out, tracing the outline of her asshole, delving deeper as you teased her sensitive opening.
She groaned softly, the sound reverberating through your chest, sending shivers down your spine. Her body started to tremble as you paid homage to her perfect ass, your hands gently caressing the soft, fleshy curves. And then, she let out a long, low moan that signaled the arrival of what you had been waiting for: her shit.
You opened your mouth as wide as you could, ready to receive her offering. A warm stream of pungent, chunky shit flowed out of her asshole and into your eagerly waiting mouth. You couldn't believe the taste, the texture, the sheer perfection of it all. You lapped up every drop, cleaning her ass with your tongue, savoring the mix of flavors and feelings that coursed through your body.
As you continued to worship her divine ass, you felt a deeper connection to her, almost as if you were one with her. You were lost in the moment, transported to a plane of existence where shitting was not just a biological function, but an act of profound love and devotion.
When she was finally done, she leaned back, her body heaving as she caught her breath. You looked up at her, your face covered in the sweet, earthy smell of her shit. And in that moment, you knew that you were complete - that you had found your true calling in life: serving goddesses and being their faithful poop worshipers.
