Milana rolled out of bed, stretching her limbs lazily as the morning sun poured in through the window. She yawned, her breath fogging up the glass, and made her way over to the bathroom. Despite having just woken up, she couldn't help but feel an insatiable urge to relieve herself. Her stomach was churning, and she could feel the weight of her full bladder pulling down on her pelvis.
As she sat down on the cold toilet seat, memories of last night's indulgence flashed through her mind. The taste of alcohol still lingered on her tongue, and she felt a bit nauseous. Her eyes widened as she realized something else - her asshole was still tingling, as if it hadn't been properly cleaned out after last night's romp.
Milana groaned inwardly, knowing what she had to do. She took a deep breath and gingerly positioned herself over the toilet bowl. With a loud sigh, she released her bladder, feeling the warm urine splash against her sensitive skin. As she emptied her bladder, she couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh. The relief washed over her, and for a moment, she actually felt rather good.
But her asshole still needed attention, and she knew it. She wriggled uncomfortably on the narrow toilet seat, trying to find a position that wouldn't be too painful. Finally, she settled on her hands and knees, presenting her puckered little starfish to the cool morning air.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Her fingers trembled as they reached for her anus, feeling the slight resistance of muscles that were still clenched tight. With a slow, deliberate motion, she inserted one finger into her opened back door, feeling the heat from her insides lapping at her fingertip.
As she began to probe deeper, she let out a soft moan. Despite the discomfort, there was something thrilling about knowing she had to clean herself out this way. She forced another finger in, and then another, gyrating her hips in a desperate attempt to loosen up the hard knot of feces lodged deep inside her.
Finally, she felt it - the familiar pressure building up, signaling that it was time. She held her breath as a gentle squeeze escaped from her asshole, followed by another, and then another. Her entire body shuddered as the last of the shit oozed out of her, filling the air with its acrid stench.
For a moment, Milana remained still, savoring the feeling of emptiness and relief that washed over her. Then, she let out a deep sigh, knowing that she had survived another day of indulgence. She stood up slowly, smiling to herself as she glanced down at the pile of steaming shit in the toilet bowl.
It really was the best way to start the day.
