As I stood over you, feeling the warmth of the sun on my body, I couldn't help but revel in the power I held over you. Your eyes were fixed on my asshole, begging to be consumed by it. My perfect, rounded behind has brought countless men to their knees in worship, and now it was your turn.
I swiveled my hips, feeling the soft breeze against my crack, teasing you as much as I could. You moaned softly, unable to resist the temptation any longer. Slowly, your tongue snaked out, hesitant at first but growing bolder as it approached my anus.
Your mouth opened, and I could see the anticipation in your eyes as you leaned closer. The scent of fresh shit mixed with your breath, creating an intoxicating aphrodisiac that filled the air. As your tongue made contact with my asshole, I felt a sharp pleasure course through my body.
"That's it," I whispered, my voice dark and seductive. "Taste me."
You began to lave my asshole with your tongue, paying particular attention to the small hairs around it that seemed to curl around your tongue. I couldn't help but arch my back in pleasure as you sucked on my flesh.
"You love this, don't you?" I asked, my voice hoarse with excitement.
You nodded silently, unable to find the words to express the depth of your need. I pressed my hand against your head, pushing you deeper into my ass. My shit was beginning to pool in my rectum, waiting to be released.
"Say it," I commanded. "Ask me to shit on your face."
The thought made you shiver with excitement. "Please, Goddess," you begged, "shit on my face."
I leaned forward, bearing down on your face. The sensation of my weight pressing against your cheeks and nose sent a shiver down your spine. You closed your eyes, waiting for the sweet release of my shit.
And then it came, a hot stream of liquid brown filling your mouth and dripping down your chin. I let out a sigh of satisfaction at the feeling of my waste being devoured so willingly by you.
For a moment, I just stood there, feeling the warmth of my shit on your skin. Then, with a grin, I pulled away, leaving you covered in a thin layer of my waste.
"Until next time," I whispered, turning and walking away. I knew that you would be here again, waiting for your next chance to taste my heavenly shit.
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