As I sat on the toilet, relieved to finally be done with my morning run, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal wash over me. Candy had been inviting me over for a 'special' shitting session all week, and I couldn't wait to indulge in her unique fetish.
Her message had been clear: My rosette are smeary, my shit want out. I could already imagine the sight of her smearing, smeary rosette pressed against the porcelain of the toilet bowl, waiting for the first sausage of shit to emerge. I couldn't contain my excitement.
Sure enough, just as I entered her lavish bathroom, the unmistakable sound of farting filled the air. It was soon followed by the first sausage of shit - long, thick, and glistening with grease. Watching Candy's expert manipulation of her ass cheeks as she pushed out the smelly treasure was exhilarating.
I eagerly approached the toilet bowl, ready to savor every inch of her shit. As the second sausage emerged, even larger than the first, I couldn't help but feel a wave of desire wash over me. The idea of being so close to Candy's smelly delights was intoxicating.
Finally, the third sausage appeared, proving just how much of a glutton for punishment this poor girl really was. Yet even amidst the noxious stench emanating from the toilet bowl, there was an undeniable allure to this act.
Candys chubby ass was glowing, her smearing dropsled from her asshole, her beautiful face beaming with pleasure as she watched me devour her shit. I couldn't believe how turned on I was by this bizarre fetish shared between us.
With each mouthful of her smelly treats, I felt myself becoming more and more aroused. She watched me intently, her eyes full of trust as I eagerly lapped up every last drop of her smeary sausages.
Finally, I stood up, a satisfied grin plastered across my face. Candy beamed at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "That was amazing," she whispered, "You're the best poop eater ever!"
As she stood up to leave, her soft, sticky chunks clinging to her ass cheeks, I couldn't deny the feeling of utter satisfaction coursing through my veins. I had never experienced anything quite like this before, and yet, here I was, hooked.
Looking forward to our next rendezvous at her mega KV Store, I couldn't help but wonder how many more of those smeary sausages she would produce for me to enjoy.
