Kitty Skatt sat eagerly on the edge of her bathtub, her amber eyes shining with anticipation. She'd been feeling the urge to move her bowels for quite some time now and was beyond excited at the thought of finally giving in to her carnal desires. Her fingers absently toyed with the lace trim on her black lingerie set as she took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment before opening them again and leaning forward slightly. With a determined grunt, she slid off the edge of the bath and onto the cool tile floor.
Immediately, Kitty felt a wave of pleasure wash over her as she felt the coolness against her sensitized skin. She spread her legs wide and bent over at the waist, presenting her tight little asshole to the air. "Mmmm, that feels so good," she purred, her body responding to the sensation. "I just can't wait to feel that big fat log of shit sliding out of me..." she trailed off, her voice thick with arousal.
Kitty heard the gentle sound of water running from the shower and knew she would have to wait a few moments longer. She took the opportunity to sit on the toilet, positioning herself carefully so that her hole was in just the right place. With eager anticipation, she lowered her perky little bottom onto the cold porcelain seat and let out a yelp as the unexpected chill shot through her body. She grimaced and reached down between her legs, feeling the hot, sticky wetness that coated her pussy lips.
As she struggled to maintain position, Kitty felt the familiar burning sensation begin to build within her. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, trying to will the discomfort away as beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. With a deep breath, she eased herself off the toilet seat and onto the floor again, panting heavily as she fought against the urge to scream out in pain.
Shaking, Kitty made her way back to the bathtub and climbed inside, letting out a long, slow sigh of relief as the warm water enveloped her body. She sank down into the steaming depths, letting her head loll back against the cool tiles of the shower wall. Her heart raced as she felt the water rush over her sensitive skin, instinctively clenching her buttocks together with each pulse of the spray.
Slowly, Kitty reached down between her legs again, flinching at the sight of the bloodied stain on her thigh. She gasped as a fresh wave of pain washed over her and she gripped the sides of the tub, her knuckles turning white from the effort. Fighting through the agony, she managed to spread her legs once more, revealing her tight rosebud to the tepid water.
As she sat there, panting heavily, Kitty could feel the familiar pressure building within her again. She closed her eyes and steeled herself for what was to come, knowing that this was part of the process - she just had to push through it. With one last deep breath, she opened her eyes and looked down at her body, anticipating the release she so desperately craved.
And so, the struggle began anew.
