As Erica sat on the toilet seat, her guts churned uncomfortably. She had eaten an extra-large pizza earlier, and now she felt bloated and full. She couldn't hold it in any longer; she needed to release the weight from her constipated bowels.
Her man, Tom, sat behind her on the bed with a perverse grin on his face. He loved watching Erica poop, especially when she did it on the floor while lying on her back. Her juicy behind would stuck out, and he would get turned on just by the sight of it.
Putting her feet up on the edge of the bathtub, Erica leaned back and showed off her plump, round bottom to Tom. She knew this would make him even more excited. As the first heavy pellet slid out of her anus, a hot wave of shame washed over her. But she forced herself to embrace the moment and focus on Tom's lecherous gaze.
"That's it, baby!" he moaned. "Dirty talk to me."
Erica gritted her teeth and started talking dirty to Tom. "You like seeing my massive turds, don't you? You want to see more." She pushed the next pellet out, and it landed with a wet slap on the tile floor. "You wish you could taste it, don't you?"
Tom's eyes widened; his cock was already hard, poking through his shorts. Erica kept talking and pushing, relieved to feel her insides emptying out. "You're such a scat-lover," she said, a smirk playing on her lips. "You're addicted to my stinky, nasty shit."
Each time she spoke, another glob of poo fell from her body onto the cold floor. She took her time, savoring the feeling of the hot steam hitting her sweaty skin and the satisfying sound of her feces hitting the ground.
When she finally finished, Erica lifted her ass off the floor and turned around to face Tom. He was panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the sticky mess between her legs. "That was amazing," he whispered. "You're the best shitter there is."
Suddenly, Erica had an idea. She crawled towards Tom and mounted him, her soiled body pressing against his clean-shaven chest. As they made love, Erica felt the sharp, metallic taste of her own excrement in her mouth. She liked this feeling; it made her feel even closer to Tom.
After they were done, they both lay panting in the sticky, stinking mess they had created together. It was a moment of intimacy that only they shared. As they began to clean up the mess, Erica couldn't help but smile. She loved pleasing Tom, and she knew that he would never get tired of her stinky, scat-filled love.
