As the sun began to peak over the horizon, Alina could feel her eyelids grow increasingly heavy with each passing moment. With a sleepy groan, she rolled out of her comfortable bed and padded over to the bathroom, her bare feet slapping softly against the cold tile floor. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she reached down and gave her plump ass a little squeeze through her cozy pajama bottoms before pushing open the bathroom door.
Inside, she stood in front of the toilet, her heart racing with anticipation as she anticipated the release she knew was coming. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she reached for the hem of her pajama top, lifting it up over her head before tossing it carelessly onto the counter. Next, she reached down and unfastened the button of her pajama bottoms, sliding her fingers beneath the soft cotton fabric to gently tug them down over her hips.
With her pajamas around her ankles, Alina stood there for a moment, savoring the cool air against her soft, pale skin. Then, with a deep, throaty moan, she pushed off from the ground, feeling the pressure build instantly in her bowels as she mounted the loo. She spread her legs wide, giving herself room to move, and lowered her glistening pussy against the cool surface of the toilet seat.
Feeling the warmth of her breath against her hand, she reached between her legs, her fingers finding resistance as they brushed against the smooth, tight skin of her opening. With one final thrust, she let go, burying her face in the sweet, putrid stench of her own copious fecal matter as it gushed forth from her body. Her whole being consumed by the rush of pleasure that accompanied her flatulent excretions, she let out a long, low grunt of satisfaction before finally pulling away.
Her heart still racing, she took a moment to catch her breath before reaching for some toilet paper, carefully wiping herself clean and flushing the evidence of her rapture down the toilet. Stepping out of her pajamas, she tossed them into the laundry hamper before p pad-padding back to bed, the sweet taste of morning servitude lingering on her tongue.
