Amanda, a statuesque goddess of immense beauty and allure, stood before you in her red dress that accentuated every curve of her voluptuous body. She had just finished with the holiday festivities and was eager to get on with the evening. However, there was one small problem: she hadn't shit in eight long days due to her busy schedule.
Her eyes met yours and a devilish grin spread across her face as she slowly lifted her dress, revealing her surgically perfect legs and the soft folds of her womanhood. Her asshole was currently flared open, inviting you to take a closer look. It was a sight to behold; an aperture of pure carnal delight, surrounded by a dark ring of her recent and more frequent constipation.
Amanda's constipation was a result of her inability to properly indulge in her anal fixations due to her hectic schedule. She had been craving your attention on her ass, but each day passed without relief, making her more and more desperate. As she stood before you now, her need was palpable, and her arousal was evident in the way she trembled with anticipation.
With a determined look in her eyes, Amanda began pushing against her own asshole, attempting to force out the hardened turds that had been stuck there for far too long. Her moans of pleasure and pain echoed around the room as she grunted and strained, her body shifting sensually with each push.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Amanda let out a satisfied groan and pulled away from the toilet. She slowly lifted her dress again to reveal her shiny clean asshole, which was now glistening with her sweat and the remnants of her efforts. With a mischievous gleam in her eye, she reached into her bag and produced a pair of black lace gloves, which she slid onto her hands before reaching back into her asshole.
She winced slightly as she fingered her tight sphincter muscles, making sure there was no more of her shit left inside of her. With a contented smile, Amanda pulled her fingers out of her ass and raised them to your nose, inviting you to smell the odor of her freshly shit turds. It was an intoxicating mix of earthy and metallic scents that made your cock twitch with anticipation.
Amanda leaned in closer to you, her breath hot on your neck as she whispered, "I'm going to fucking love stretching my asshole out around your cock tonight." Her words were like a firm slap across your face, leaving you aching for more of her filthy talk.
With that, Amanda turned and sauntered towards the bedroom, her gloved fingers trailing against the bare skin of her thighs and ass cheeks. You could hear the wet smacking sound of her ass cheeks slapping against each other as she walked, a clear indication of her arousal and desire.
In the bedroom, Amanda turned to face you once more, her hands now sliding under her dress to fondle her sopping wet pussy. She crooked her index finger at you, a seductive beckon that you couldn't resist. You followed her into the room, your eyes glued to the spectacle of her naked body and the sight of your cock disappearing into her ass amidst a cacophony of moaning and grunting.
