Carla Santos - Front Ass view In Sweater

Carla Santos was a 24-year-old woman, who loved her sweaters. They were warm, cozy, and made her feel safe. She had gotten so used to them that she had even started going without pants or skirts when wearing them. This meant that her ass cheeks were always exposed, and she loved the feeling of the soft fabric brushing against her tight little hole as she moved around. Today was a particularly cold day, and Carla couldn't wait to get home from work and curl up in front of the fire with a good book and her favorite sweater. As she stepped into her apartment, she immediately kicked off her shoes and undid the buttons of her jeans, letting them fall to the floor. She loved the feeling of freedom as she stood there in just her bra and panties, ready to shed even more layers.

Carla went straight for her closet and pulled out her biggest, warmest sweater. It was a deep red color and felt so soft against her skin. She put it on, taking pleasure in the way it hugged her body, before grabbing a blanket and settling down on the couch. The fire was already crackling, and the warmth from the flames felt amazing against her cold skin. She picked up her book and started reading, feeling the weight of the sweater pulling down her hands as she turned the pages. Every now and then, she would stretch her legs out in front of her, her ass pointing at the fire, warming her pussy and making her even more aware of how turned on she was. As dinner time approached, Carla realized she hadn't had a shit in a while. She knew that wearing nothing but a skin-tight sweater was not helping the situation. So, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

Slowly, Carla moved her hand underneath her sweater, trying to find a comfortable spot to place it. She spread her legs a little wider, giving herself more room to work. Her fingers finally found their target, and she let out a soft moan as she began to rub her clit. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer. Without warning, Carla let out a long, loud fart, filling the room with the smell of fresh shit. She didn't care though; she needed to shit. She pushed her fingers deeper into her pussy, finding her G-spot and rubbing it fiercely. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she could feel her ass clenching in anticipation of the explosion to come. With one final push, Carla let out the biggest shit of her life. It felt like she was emptying her whole colon, and the feeling was incredible. She continued to finger herself, enjoying the sensation of her warm, soft shit pushing against her fingers as they rubbed her G-spot. After a few minutes, Carla finally sat up, feeling satisfied and somewhat dirty at the same time. She looked down at her fingers, covered in her own shit, and smiled. It had been an amazing experience, and she couldn't wait to do it again. As she cleaned up and finished her dinner, Carla realized that she had developed a strange fetish - one where she got turned on by wearing sweaters and shitting in public. She hadn't ever thought something like this was possible, but she knew that now there was no going back. From now on, every time she wore a sweater, she would be thinking about when and where she could let loose the next time she had to take a shit.