Nadja woke up, feeling heavy from the night before. She'd had one too many drinks and her stomach was churning, warning her of an explosive morning ahead. As she yawned and stretched, she couldn't help but think about the man watching her every move. The thought of him waiting for her toilet routine to begin turned her on.
Dressing slowly, Nadja put on a tiny black bikini that barely covered her pert butt and sized C breasts. Grabbing a tight-fitting black dress, she put that on top, hiding nothing underneath. Hair pulled back into a ponytail, she was ready for her day.
As she made her way to the bathroom, her heart quickened at the thought of what was to come. She knew he'd be waiting, anticipating her every move. She couldn't resist playing with him just a little longer.
Plopping down onto the toilet seat, she breathed in deeply before breathing out loudly. Her ass shook with each deep breath she took, teasing him without even realizing it. Bracing one hand against the wall behind her, she pushed hard, sending waves of excitement through her and him.
With a loud moan, she felt the explosion coming. Her face contorted as the force built up inside of her. The smell of farts filled the air, making her giggle even as she gripped the edge of the toilet bowl. In one violent movement, she pushed all of herself into the toilet, emptying her bowels with an audible plop.
Sweat dripped down her forehead as she caught her breath, feeling incredibly turned on by the whole experience. She couldn't help but grin as she thought about him, waiting for the next moment to play out.
Stepping out of the toilet, Nadja walked over to the sink, her hips swaying erotically. She whipped her hair over one shoulder and leaned forward, giving him a teasing view of her lacy black g-string. Grabbing a washcloth, she ran warm water over it before wiping her hands.
With an evil smile, she turned to face the camera, pretending that it was him. "What do you think, piggy?" she taunted, her voice low and seductive. "Isn't this what you've been waiting for all day?"
Nadja's voice grew huskier as she pictured him, his face etched with desire and anticipation. She could almost feel his hot breath against her neck as she reached down between her legs, rubbing her fingers over the slick folds of her pussy.
"I think you're right, piggy," she purred, laughing softly at his eagerness. "Maybe you deserve a treat."
She grinned wickedly, then leaned in close to the camera, her lips brushing against the cold lens. "But first," she whispered, grabbing a bottle of lotion from the edge of the sink. "We need some lubrication."
