Mistress Vivian London, a stunningly beautiful woman with long, luxurious hair that cascaded down her back, stood confidently before a full-length mirror in her lavishly appointed toilet chamber. Her eyes scanned the curves of her body, taking in the sight of her large breasts straining against the fabric of her tight black dress. She knew that the scent of her body, a mix of sweet perfume and ripe anticipation, was permeating the air around her.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Mistress Vivian made her way to her toilet box, sitting down gracefully upon its lavishly ornamented lid. Her delicate hands smoothed down the fabric of her dress, hiking it up higher on her hips to reveal even more of her voluptuous figure. The dress inched higher, revealing the soft skin of her rounded belly and the dark curls that adorned her mound.
A slow, sensual grin spread across her face as she thought about the events of the day. She had indulged in every decadent pleasure her heart desired, from rich desserts to succulent meats. Now, she could feel the weight of her meal pressing down on her blissfully empty stomach, begging to be released from her body.
With a sigh of anticipation, Mistress Vivian leaned back on the toilet box, closing her eyes as she savored the moment. Just then, she felt a rumble in her belly, a low, guttural growl that sent shivers down her spine. She knew what was coming next, and she couldn't wait any longer.
"Oh here's another firm fat shit that is stretching my asshole wide open!" she moaned, her voice thick with excitement. "I am wearing a black dress and am sitting on my toilet box. I am teasing you with my ass in the tight dress, butt crack shimmering through the stretched fabric, tits falling out and I pull my dress higher and higher until my sweet rosette stares straight into your face!"
Mistress Vivian reached back, clenching her fingers into a fist and slapping it against her ample ass cheeks. The sound echoed through the room, making her shudder with delight. "I have a piss to start with and fill a pint glass," she purred, her voice taking on a sultry quality. "I am teasing you opening and closing my asshole and the more I do it the more you start seeing what's inside, my delicious shit!"
Her eyes snapped open and she stared intently at her asshole, watching as it slowly expanded, the muscles surrounding it rippling in anticipation of the impending release. "Look how my asshole open up and wants to go already!" she breathed, her heart hammering against her chest. "I tell you all about the food I ate, which was a lot! Keep gazing at my wide open asshole as I start pushing out those firm logs!"
With a triumphant cry, Mistress Vivian leaned forward, pushing against her own backside with all her might. A massive log of shit, as thick as a man's forearm, slid out of her anus, leaving a glistening trail of sweat behind it. "Imagine those going into your filthy toilet mouth!" she laughed, a wicked gleam in her eye.
The room was silent but for the sound of her heavy breathing and the meaty smacking of flesh against porcelain as she continued to expel her meal. "I show you a close up of your dinner plate!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "Oh this is a lovely big dinner!" She smiled, her cheeks still flushed with excitement.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mistress Vivian was finished. She slid off the toilet box, her dress clinging to every inch of her body, revealing the sheen of sweat that covered her skin. She turned to face the camera, her eyes dark and intense. "Enjoy you naughty shit lover," she purred, her voice low and seductive. With that, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the wings, leaving behind only the lingering scent of her shit and the memory of her unforgettable performance.
