Natalia Kapretti - Dirty breakfast shit eater Sasha. Part 2
As I entered the kitchen, curiosity got the best of me. The question slipped out of my mouth without thinking: "What are you doing?" My eyes widened as I saw Sasha, my depraved innocence shit-eater, happily setting the table for breakfast. Her cheerful demeanor mixed with the mysterious smile on her face left me intrigued.
"I'm getting ready for breakfast," she replied matter-of-factly, clearly enjoying my confusion. She placed the cutlery on the table before sitting down with her round ass hanging over the plate. My stomach churned as I watched light brown chunks of shit squirm out of her tight asshole, falling onto the plate below.
Without hesitation, Sasha sat down at the table and began her breakfast. The perverse delight on her face as she devoured her own dirty shit was both jarring and arousing. Her small hands reached for the plate, gathering up more of the steaming pile of excrement, and bringing it to her mouth. She chewed slowly, savoring every bite, her eyes never leaving mine.
As I stood there, frozen in shock, I couldn't help but question my own desires. Was I really turned on by this? Was there something wrong with me? Sasha seemed to sense my unease as she pulled her shirt up, revealing her flat stomach and the bulge of her distended bowels. "Do you want some too?" she asked playfully, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
My heart raced as I considered her offer. A part of me was repulsed, but another part was intrigued. I couldn't believe I was even considering it, but something about the taboo nature of the act was strangely alluring. Before I could respond, Sasha reached over and placed a warm, sticky glob of shit on my tongue. It was unlike anything I'd ever tasted before, but strangely addictive.
As we continued to eat our dirty breakfast together, I realized that there was no going back. This twisted act had somehow become a part of us, binding us together in a depraved intimacy that was both terrifying and thrilling. I couldn't help but wonder where our journey would lead us next.
