As Kyou's moans escalated, Sumi licked her master's pussy faster and more vigorously, desiring nothing more than to please her. The bedroom grew hotter, the air thickening with the scent of their combined arousal. Kyou's legs started to shake uncontrollably, and her ass began to twitch in anticipation. Unbeknownst to Sumi, Kyou's body had succumbed to pleasure beyond her control – her sphincter involuntarily relaxing, expelling a dark, heavy log of feces onto Sumi's face.
The smell was overpowering. At first, Sumi couldn't believe what had just happened. She stared in shock at the smear of shit on her face, her hand still buried deep in Kyou's cunt. Her mind reeled with disgust. Despite the nausea welling up inside her, she couldn't help but notice the rich scent of her master's freshly expelled turd. It was a combination of sweetness and muskiness that was strangely arousing. As she struggled to maintain her composure, Sumi reached up to wipe the filth from her face, but hesitated, her mind torn between revulsion and submission.
Kyou, drunk on pleasure, was oblivious to the situation. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a long, low moan, her body shuddering with each passing wave of ecstasy. The sensation was unlike anything she had experienced before, and she found herself craving more - no matter the cost.
Sumi looked into Kyou's glazed eyes, steeling herself against the repulsive smell. She knew she had to continue pleasuring her mistress, no matter how unsavory the task might be. With trembling hands, she resumed licking and fondling her *****', pushing aside her own disgust to serve her master.
As the minutes passed, the room filled with the sounds of sighs and moans, punctuated by the occasional plop and splash of thick, dark feces. Kyou's body gave in to the orgasmic bliss, her ass contracting violently around Sumi's ****** tongue. Once again, the unmistakable scent of shit filled the air, but this time, it was overlaid with the sweet taste of submission.
