One evening, I decided to visit Madame Du Bs' exclusive brothel. As I entered the lavishly decorated room, my eyes were immediately drawn to the voluptuous figure of Madame Du B herself. She stood before me, her generous curves accentuated by a tight-fitting dress that hugged her skin like a second layer. Her plump ass cheeks jiggled enticingly as she walked towards me, her hips swaying in an exotic dance.
"Ah, Monsieur," she purred in a voice like honey, "I've been hoping you would visit tonight. It's been far too long since we've shared some intimate moments together."
She reached out and took my hand, leading me to a luxurious bed in the center of the room. As I sat down, she knelt in front of me, her ample breasts pressed against my chest. Slowly, she reached for the hem of her dress and carefully lifted it up, revealing voluptuous thighs and a shimmering pussy that glistened with anticipation.
"How about a little tease before we begin?" she asked, tracing her fingers along the edge of her panties. "I promise you, monsieur, it will be worth the wait."
As I watched her plump ass wiggle a little better show through her panties, a thrilling anticipation coursed through my veins. The sound of her silky pornstar outfit rustled as she rose slowly from her knees, her hips moving sensually back and forth. Suddenly, she stopped and let out a loud moan, her face contorting in pain.
"Oh my God! It hurts!" she cried, clutching her belly. "I think...I think I need to shit!"
My heart rate sped up as she started to pace around the room, her generous ass cheeks bouncing with every step. My cock twitched in anticipation under the silky fabric of my pants. "Please, monsieur, I can't hold it anymore! Help me!"
Her desperation was intoxicating, and before I knew it, my own pants were halfway down my thighs. "Lay down, monsieur," she whispered, her eyes flashing with lust. "I want to feel your cock inside me while I relieve myself."
As I lay back on the bed, she slowly lowered herself onto my cock, moaning in pleasure as she felt the warmth of my flesh enveloping her. Her pussy gripped me tightly, every inch of me disappearing into her folds. She began to move up and down, her plump ass cheeks smacking against my waist with each thrust.
"Oh yes, monsieur!" she cried, throwing her head back in ecstasy. "Fuck me, you big bastard! Fuck me until I can't take it anymore!"
Her words sent shivers down my spine as I pounded into her, feeling her inner walls pulsing around my cock. Suddenly, there was a gurgling sound from beneath her, followed by a wet splat as a stream of feces shot out from between her cheeks.
"FUCK YEAH!" she screamed, leaning back to give herself room to sit on my cock. "That's it, baby! Let it all out!"
Her ass plopped and squirted as wave after wave of feces poured out of her, coating my abdomen and chest in a thick layer of filth. Her eyes locked onto mine, filled with unbridled passion and lust.
"I'm gonna cum too, monsieur!" she growled, her voice thick with desire. "I'm gonna squirt all over your dirty cock!"
And with that, she came, her pussy clampsing down around my dick as her innards squirted out in long, thick streams that joined with the mess on my stomach.
As the intensity of the orgasm faded, we collapsed together in a heap, our combined filth splattered across the bed. Madame Du B brushed a strand of hair from her face, smiling at me knowingly.
"Well, monsieur," she said, her smile wicked, "I think it's safe to say that we both had quite the funky evening."
