Fecal Luxury - Shitting In Mouth In Blue Leggings With Barefoot Face Slapping

Madam Tulpan, adorned in shiny blue leggings and black high heels, stood over you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her long, slender legs were stretched before her, ready to let loose a torrent of filth. She let out a contented sigh as she gently caressed your face, holding it still for her upcoming acts of depravity. With a devious chuckle, she leaned forward and began to part your lips with her fingers. Her hands moved expertly, spreading your mouth wide open in anticipation of what was to come. As she positioned herself above your gaping maw, she grinned wickedly and began the first phase of her assault on your senses. A hot, stinking stream of urine gushed from her crotch, cascading directly into your waiting mouth. The ammonia-tinged liquid filled your mouth, stinging your tongue and throat. You tried to push her away, but she held firm, keeping you pinned beneath her. When she was finally satisfied with the amount she had deposited, she pulled away with a final, teasing smirk. Then, with a certain cruel grace, she lowered herself down onto the toilet, placed both hands on either side of your head, and lowered her ass until it hovered just above your face. You trembled in anticipation of what was to come as she positioned herself perfectly for you to take in her glory. With a sigh of contentment, she relaxed her sphincter muscles, allowing a thick, steaming log of shit to slide effortlessly from her asshole and into your waiting mouth. The soft, creamy shit oozed between your lips and coated your tongue, filling your mouth with its earthy aroma. You tried desperately to breathe through your nose, but were unsuccessful - the foul stench of her excrement was too overpowering. As the initial shock of ingesting her feces began to wear off, she leaned forward again, her black high heels digging into your chest. She reached down and grabbed hold of one foot, lifting it up so that her bare foot rested against your cheek. With a look of pure enjoyment on her face, she started to slap her foot against your face, coating your cheeks and eyelids with a thin layer of her foul-smelling shit. She chuckled softly as she watched you struggle to wipe the filth from your face, and then she leaned forward once more. This time, she slid her soiled foot inside your mouth, pressing it against your tongue and teeth. "Now, suck on my pretty toes," she commanded, her tone dripping with contempt. "Stick your tongue out and let me wipe some more shit on it." As you complied with her twisted request, she continued to rub her shit-covered feet against your face, enjoying the degrading sensation of her filth covering every inch of your skin. Her dark, piercing eyes bored into yours, ensuring you knew that you belonged to her, body and soul. With a final, mocking smile, she pulled her foot out of your mouth and stood up. "That's enough for now, my pet," she purred, leaning down and running her tongue along the line of your jaw, allowing a long, slow string of saliva to drip down onto your chest. "Go clean yourself up. I'll decide when we'll do this again." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving you in a state of filth and humiliation.