Carla Santos - Bloated In Restaurant Toilet

Carla Santos found herself in a predicament as her meal at the restaurant weighed heavily on her. The day was warm and she had a long morning, filled with coffee and soda to get her through her errands, but now she felt impossibly stuffed and uncomfortable. She knew what she had to do - ease the bloat by heading to the restroom. But little did she know, her discomfort would soon turn to excitement as she stepped into one of the stalls.

The moment the door closed behind her, the pressure on her belly intensified. She fumbled with her jeans and panties, anxious to get them off before the urge became too much. As soon as she was relieved of the constriction, her asshole began to twitch and pulse, begging for release. She dug her fingers deep into her crevice, applying just enough pressure to tease herself, and letting out a small moan of pleasure as she felt wetness gathering in her insides. Her fingers soon became coated in a slick mixture of her natural lubrication and the remnants of her earlier meal, and she couldn't help but wonder about how things would feel if that mess was pulled out for a closer look. But for now, she focused on the sensation of her fingers moving in and out of her tight hole, stirring up the contents within.

She squeezed and pinched her cheeks, reveling in the sensation of fullness, her ass tightening around her own fingers as she pushed deeper. Her whole body tingled with anticipation as she edged closer to the moment she'd been waiting for. As if in slow motion, she felt her bowels move, rumbling and churning as they prepared to expel the overwhelming mass inside her. And then finally, with a brutal force that made her stomach clench and her throat constrict, she emptied herself onto the cold tiled floor of the restroom stall, releasing a mighty sigh of satisfaction. The hot splatter of warm liquid against her skin was intoxicating, a mix of digested food and her own juices that made her heart race and her pussy drip with anticipation. She couldn't believe how good it felt...

As the aftershocks of her explosive movement subsided, she leaned against the wall of the stall, catching her breath. Her blouse was damp, her hands coated in a thin layer of shit, and her panties were covered in a mess of her own making. She was exhilarated and she knew she needed more. She sat back down on the toilet seat, leaning forward again for another helping of pleasure. This time, she felt herself teetering on the edge of release as soon as her fingers touched her anus, eager for the next rush to wash over her. When she finally emptied herself again, she let out a shuddering moan, her body shaking with the force of the orgasm that accompanied the bowel movement. She couldn't believe she was getting off on this, but she couldn't get enough. She knew she'd be back for more, risking the possibility of being caught by unsuspecting patrons or staff. For Carla Santos, the thrill of the scat fetish was too powerful to resist.