As the scat-girls chatted leisurely amongst themselves, their attention now firmly riveted on the Toiletslave who was poised, nearly vibrating with anticipation beneath them, a delectable aroma began to permeate the air. It was a rich, intoxicating blend of sweat and shit, a heady cocktail that only served to heighten the Toiletslave's excitement. He couldn't help but quiver in anticipation as he watched, barely containing his desire, as the first girl began to grind her hips in a sensual rhythm that lowered her perfect sphincter squarely...
