Bastiennes Butt Butter - MONSTER PLOPS! Month 3 Feeding!

The hours spent at Bastienne's house were always unique and exciting, but this time things had reached a whole new level. As we talked about our everyday lives, my eyes kept drifting down to her plump and delicious ass - an obsession that seemed to be reciprocated by the seductive woman sitting across from me. She was wearing a short black skirt that hugged her curvy hips tightly, showcasing the incredible size of her round buttocks. Suddenly, I couldn't help myself any longer.

I got up from the sofa, my heart hammering in my chest as I approached her. She looked at me with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, seemingly knowing what was about to happen. I lowered myself down onto my knees and slowly pulled her onto my lap, feeling the warmth and softness of her body against mine. And then, finally, I pressed my head against her ass cheek, breathing in the sweet scent that always emanated from her.

With one hand, I grabbed a fistful of her panties and lifted them up, revealing the perfectly formed pink rosebud of her anus. My mouth watered in anticipation as I leaned in closer and gently kissed it, tasting the sweetness that only she could produce. I couldn't believe the overwhelming urge that consumed me - the need to worship her ass, to devour her body and soul. My tongue traced circles around her entrance, teasing and taunting before slowly pushing inside.

As I probed deeper, she let out a soft moan, arching her back against me. I could feel the muscles in her ass clenching around my tongue, driving me wild with desire. And then, without warning, she disrupted my blissful state by asking if I was ready for her monster plop. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of tasting her immense load of shit, but I couldn't deny the hunger that coursed through my veins.

Without waiting for my response, she shifted slightly, pushing her ass towards the edge of the chair. A moment later, there it was - a steaming hot, giant turd falling from her puckered hole, landing with a satisfying splat on the floor. It was even larger than I had imagined, the texture somewhere between smooth and velvety, inviting me to dive right in.

Without further hesitation, I positioned myself between her legs, my face only centimeters from her shimmering treat. The musky scent of her ass was almost intoxicating, making it impossible for me to resist any longer. I opened my mouth wide and took a deep breath as I sunk my face into the warm, supple flesh of her ass, feeling the cool air rush past my nostrils. And then, I devoured her shit - gluttonously consuming every last morsel of her enormous plop.

Her hands clutched at my shoulders, pulling me deeper into her divine smell and taste as she moaned and groaned in pleasure. She was humping me now, her hips grinding against my face as she pushed more and more of her sweet perfume into my waiting mouth. I couldn't get enough of the intoxicating flavor, the way it coated my tongue and teeth. And when she finally came, her body shuddering with delight, I felt her hot load hitting the back of my throat, making me gag in the best possible way.

As we both caught our breath, I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had tasted her shit, consumed it with an unyielding hunger that had taken over my body. And yet, I wanted more. More of her ass, more of her scent, more of her incredible taste. I looked up at her, my eyes begging for another chance to worship at her altar of flesh and waste. She smiled back at me, a knowing smile that promised more delicious plops in the future.

As I stood up, still feeling the warmth of her shit on my face, I realized that I had just crossed a line - a line that I had no desire to ever come back from. I was addicted to Bastienne's ass, addicted to the taste and smell of her shit. I had become a toilet slave, consumed by an insatiable desire to please her and partake in her monstrous plops. And yet, somehow, it felt right. More than right - it felt like home.