I woke up the next day feeling extra horny, knowing that my lover was still asleep. The events of last night had left me on cloud nine, and the mere thought of the smell of my poop wafting through the air was enough to make my pussy tingle.
Slowly, I got out of bed and made my way towards the toilet. My puckered asshole still throbbed with pleasure from the night before. As I sat down on the toilet, my fingers found their way down to my soaked pussy once again.
I heard my lover stir in bed and knew that he would be curious about what was going on. With a grin, I pushed the front of my body against the cool tile floor and started to pee. The feeling of coolness against my pussy sent shivers down my spine as I watched my hot piss hitting the toilet water.
I could feel my lover's presence approaching, and I couldn't help but think about how excited he must be. As he walked around the corner, his eyes were drawn to the source of the smell - my pile of poop from last night.
"Good morning," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. I could see the lust in his eyes as he looked from me to the poop.
"I think it's time for another adventure," I said, standing up and giving him a seductive wink. With that, I walked over to the poop and took a big, juicy bite. My eyes rolled back in my head with pleasure as the taste of my own shit filled my mouth.
"Oh fuck," he muttered, unable to take his eyes off me. He could tell that I was on a whole new level of horny, and he couldn't wait to see what I would do next.
As we made our way towards the bed, our hands intertwined, I bent down and scooped up a fresh log of poop. I gently placed it between us on the bed, and then positioned myself so that I was straddling him.
"You know what I want," I whispered, my voice shaking with anticipation. I could feel his hard-on pressed against my ass, and I knew that he was only too happy to oblige.
With a smile, he reached down and grasped the heavy log of poop. Before I knew it, he had it positioned at the entrance to my tight asshole. The feeling of the cool, sickeningly sweet smell filling the room was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but moan as he sank it deeper inside me.
We moved together in a rhythmic dance, our unspoken desires mirrored in our eyes. The feeling of the thick poop filling me up was beyond amazing, and I knew that we had reached a new level of intimacy.
With each thrust, I felt myself getting closer to the edge, my vision blurred by the mixture of pleasure, lust, and filth that flowed through my veins. And then, finally, I felt the familiar tightening in my stomach.
I cried out as waves of pleasure washed over me, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. At the same time, I felt the warm liquid of my own shit flowing out of me and onto his cock.
We collapsed together in a heap, panting heavily as we tried to catch our breath. I could feel the cooling poop slipping out of me, and I knew that our next adventure was already beginning to form in the depths of our twisted minds.
