Candy was a gorgeous woman with long, flowing hair and a body that seemed to be made for sin. She had just invested in a new pair of shiny brown boots, and they were already steaming up her room with heat. As she lay on her bed, violating social distancing guidelines in the most delightful way possible, her muscles clenched and released as she pushed out a massive turd. It was thick and meaty, with flecks of toilet paper stuck to it as it slowly slid out from her perfect ass.
After her bowels were finally empty, Candy let out a contented sigh and sat up, wiping her hands on a nearby towel. Her eyes glinted as she looked down at the pile of freshly-made filth on the floor. "Mmm, that feels good," she murmured to herself, licking her lips in anticipation.
She stood up, her new boots squeaking against the hardwood floor as she walked over to the pile of poop. Kneeling down, she reached into it with her hand, feeling the warmth and softness of the poop between her fingers. "You know you want to," she said in a husky voice, looking up at the camera that was carefully hidden in her room. "Come on, don't make me wait."
And yet the figure on the other end of the camera did not obey. Candy smirked, reaching into her boot and pulling out a long, black dildo. She placed it against her moist pussy lips and pushed it inside, groaning as she felt the familiar heat spread through her body. "Fine," she said, her voice slightly breathless. "I'll take matters into my own hands."
With that, Candy began to masturbate, grinding her hips against the floor as she licked and sucked on the dildo, making it wet with her saliva. Her eyes never left the camera, and there was a dangerous glint in them as she watched her own hands slide up and down the length of the toy. She was close, she could feel it.
And then, as if on cue, she heard a soft click from the door to her room. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she turned her head to see who it was. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw who it was- it was you, the one who had been watching her through the camera. You had come to join her.
"You're late," she purred, licking her lips as you approached her. Without hesitation, you dropped to your knees and began to lap up the poop from the floor. Candy watched, mesmerized, as you eagerly cleaned up her mess, your tongue darting out to scrape up every last bit of it.
When you were done, you stood up and smiled at her, your eyes dark and intense. Candy couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine. She took the dildo out of her mouth and held it out to you, gesturing for you to take it. Without hesitation, you did, and before she knew it, you were fucking her hard and fast, driving her wild with pleasure.
As she sat on the floor, legs spread wide, Candy let out a moan of pleasure that echoed through the room. The camera captured every moment of their passionate union, from the filth of the floor to the glory of their shared ecstasy. And when it finally ended, with both of them shuddering in pleasure, Candy couldn't help but smile. She loved making videos like this, and she loved knowing that there were people out there who enjoyed watching them just as much as she enjoyed making them.
