Dirty Jade - scat in bathtub

Dirty Jade stepped into the steaming hot tub, feeling the water lap gently against her naked body. She let out a contented sigh as she sank into the warmth, closing her eyes and leaning back against the edge. Her long, silky hair fell forward over her shoulders, tickling the tops of her breasts. One hand fiddled absently with the strands, while the other idly traced patterns on the soft foam that coated the bottom of the tub.

As she lay there, eyes still closed, Jade gradually became aware of a building pressure in her gut. She hadn't eaten much that day, but that wasn't the reason. She let out a slow breath, acknowledging the familiar sensation. It was time. Time to give in to what she wanted – no, needed. Slowly, deliberately, she began to push herself up onto her knees, wincing as the hot water sloshed over the sides of the tub. She ignored the sting, focusing instead on the task at hand.

Jade hovered there for a moment, teetering slightly as she fought against the overwhelming urge to release her bowels. Then, with a deep breath, she finally gave way. With a long, low moan of pleasure, she slid lower into the water until she was sitting with her legs spread wide, the swirling current drawing warm, soapy bubbles between her plump cheeks. And then she relaxed, letting her body do what it needed to do.

A moment later, she felt the hot, thick stream of scat ooze from her gaping anus and into the water around her. It was warm and soft, like supple oil, and she couldn't help but shiver with pleasure as it coated her skin. She let out a soft moan of delight, leaning back against the edge of the tub. The sensation of the scat against her sensitive flesh was indescribable, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her entire body. And she knew there was more to come.

Again and again, she let the hot fluid flow from her body, watching as it washed away the last traces of her inhibitions. With each passing moment, the water around her grew murkier, clouded with the evidence of her intense enjoyment. And still she continued, lost in a haze of pleasure and desire. Her breath gusted in and out of her lungs, each exhalation adding to the steamy, fragrant fog that hovered above the water. It was a decadent, indulgent display, a celebration of her body and its desires.

At last, spent and sated, Jade allowed the last of the scat to flow from her body. Slowly, she sat up, keeping her eyes closed as she savored the final moments of sensation. Then, with a deep, shuddering breath, she opened her eyes and looked down at herself. She was covered in a thick layer of her own feces, from the tips of her toes to the parting of her thighs. It was messy, dirty, and absolutely perfect. She let out a soft moan of approval, her fingers slowly tracing the outlines of her soiled body.

Jade leaned forward, plunging her hands into the soapy water. Slowly, deliberately, she smudged the thick black curls covering her mound, the scat left on her fingers turning the water cloudy. Her breathing was heavy, punctuated by the occasional soft moan. She felt fifteen kinds of filthy, but she also felt alive, complete. This was what she needed, what she craved. And she knew that she would do it again – soon, and often.