Carla Santos - Skirt And Top

Carla Santos was in quite the predicament. She was on the toilet, but not in the way one would typically expect. She had found herself with an urgent need to take a dump, but the bathroom she was in was quite small and didn't offer much privacy. So, she decided to try something a little different - using the toilet sideways in her summer skirt and cute top.

As she squatted over the toilet, the breeze from the open window lifted the skirt up slightly, revealing just a glimpse of her plump, pink ass cheeks. The fabric of her panties was nowhere to be seen, leaving her bare and exposed. It wasn't long before the first wave of the warm, smooth, smelly poop began to flow from her heavily strained asshole. The sensation was both familiar and incredibly arousing, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan as the poop flowed out of her and fell into the toilet bowl.

Carla breathed heavily, her chest heaving slightly underneath her top. She could feel the warmth spreading between her legs, and she knew that she was getting close to wanting to cum from the feeling alone. With every push and grunt, more of her poop piled up in the toilet, creating an increasingly messy and stinky pile. Her attention was momentarily distracted by the sound of footsteps outside the bathroom door. She hoped that whoever it was wouldn't come in and catch her like this, her face contorted in pleasure and her body trembling with each passing second.

Despite the risk, Carla couldn't help but continue pushing, her entire focus on the intense pleasure that washed over her. She felt another wave of poop building up inside her, and with a primal growl, she pushed harder than ever before. This time, a thick, gloopy rope of shit snaked out of her asshole and fell into the toilet bowl, joining the growing pile of evidence of her depraved act. The sensation was so intense that she couldn't help but let out a long, shuddering moan, her eyes rolling back into her head as she was consumed by the pleasure.

As the last of the poop exited her body and plopped into the toilet, Carla collapsed forward, her body trembling with the aftermath of the intense experience. She didn't realize how loud she had been moaning until she heard a knock on the door. Quickly regaining her composure, she pushed herself up off the floor, fumbled with the button on her skirt, and pulled it down to cover her still-naked ass just in time for the door to swing open. It was her roommate, who let out a startled gasp upon seeing Carla covered in sweat and with a clearly guilty look on her face.

"What's going on here?" her roommate asked, giving her a suspicious look. Carla forced a laugh and shook her head. "Nothing," she said, trying to play it cool. "I was just feeling... a little backed up, you know?" Her roommate looked at her skeptically, but didn't press the matter further. With a sigh of relief, Carla headed to the shower, eager to wash away the sticky, smelly remnants of her illicit pleasure.