XTREME GIRLS - I send you kisses with my dirty ass
As I sit here on my toilet, I can't help but think about the mess I'm about to make. It's not just any mess either - it's a dirty, intimate one. With each wipe of my finger over my ass cheeks, I feel the heat building up inside me. My asshole is tightening, begging to be opened up.
I watch in the mirror as I begin to prepare myself for what's coming. I lean forward slightly, giving my asshole that extra bit of room it needs. Then, slowly but surely, I begin to insert one finger after another. The sensation is incredible - it feels both foreign and oh-so-familiar all at once.
My other hand finds its way between my legs, teasing at my wetness. The anticipation is almost too much to bear. I gauge the depth of my fingers inside my asshole and, satisfied with what I feel, stand up straight once more.
The moment I sit back down on the cold toilet seat, I feel it - that unmistakable tingle that signifies the start of a good shit. Without hesitation, I begin to release my bowels. My asshole clenches around my fingers, milking them for all they're worth. I let out a low moan as the first wave of pleasure washes over me.
The shit pours out of me, filling up my panties and making them sticky with filth. It's both revolting and arousing at the same time. I watch as my shit spreads out across my panties, coating them in a thick layer of feces.
When the urge to take a shit finally subsides, I carefully remove my fingers from my asshole. I wipe them clean on the toilet paper before standing up and admiring my work. I lift up my skirt just enough to reveal the mess I've created beneath it. The sight of it makes me shiver with excitement.
With a small smirk on my lips, I reach down between my legs and spread open my pussy. I can feel the warmth of my shit all around it, and the thought of letting it all out again is enough to make me lightheaded.
I lean forward once more, pushing the mess between my legs outwards. The scent of shit fills the air as fresh feces oozes out from between my lips. I moan softly, lost in the pleasure of it all. And as I stand there, basking in the filth of my own creation, I can't help but send a little piece of myself - and all that dirtiness – to you.
