Kitty Skatt - Blooper Pooper pt 7: Painful shit and mic landing in it

Kitty Skatt crawls up onto the rim of the toilet seat in front of her webcam, positioning herself perfectly for her admirer to enjoy the sight of her plump ass cheeks spreading against the porcelain. She pauses for dramatic effect, letting her gaze linger over him from beneath hooded eyes before breaking into a sultry smile. "Hey there, lover," she purrs, greeting him from between parted lips painted a vibrant red. The sound is live, intimate—as if she's whispering directly into his ear while sitting right beside him. "How've you been holding up without me?" Dripping in confidence, Kitty slides her hands across the cold porcelain, taking her time as she tugs down her lacy black thong. Her perfectly formed globes jiggle for her audience's delight as she turns to reveal them fully from behind, then swings around to present her little-clad front. "I hope you like what you see," she teases, running a gentle finger down her stomach towards the succulent patch of curls between her thighs. "I've been saving this show just for you." Her fingers dance into view in slow motion, rolling a condom over the head of a well-formed cock hidden from sight. The anticipation is palpable as she slides down to lick around the swollen head, her skin shimmering in the warm light of the webcam. It may be only an image on a screen, but the chemistry between her and her viewer is electric. "Mhm..." She hums against his shaft before pulling back with a wicked grin, taking him just deep enough to feel the head slip into her velvety warmth. She begins to rock her hips back and forth in a slow, torturous rhythm, her breasts swaying gently with each thrust. "This cock feels so good in my tight little pussy," she moans breathlessly. Kitty pushes herself to her feet and wiggles her ass, grinding back against his thrusts until she feels him hitting her cervix. "Oh fuck," she gasps softly, biting her lip as pleasure courses through her body. Taking a deep breath, she begins to squat delicately, her puppy dog eyes locked on his as she sinks down onto his hard length. The connection is audible—the satisfying slapping sound of skin against skin echoing through the room as he disappears deeper inside her. Slipping her arms around his neck as she bounces up and down on his cock, Kitty looks up at him through hooded eyes. "You know what turns me on?" She asks seductively, her voice hitching with every upstroke. "Watching you watch me. Knowing that you're there, loving every inch of this." She pauses, leaning into him until her breasts are pressed flat against his chest. "I wish you could feel how wet I am right now," she whispers huskily before breaking into a shivering, breathy moan. "I'm ready to take your cum now. Fill me up with that hot stuff." Eyes closed in ecstasy, Kitty leans forward once more to take him all the way in before starting her rhythm again. Each thrust pushes her ass even further back, clamping down tightly around his length. She meets his intense gaze once more, watching as his eyes roll back into his head in pleasure. The desperation in her own eyes mirrored in his. Finally, she can feel it—the stubborn knot forming deep inside her lower abdomen. Kitty groans low in her throat, gripping the countertop for leverage as she squirts out a silent mess of dark liquid before him. She catches her breath, panting heavily, as the first explosive cramps of shitting pain seize her body. With trembling fingers, she reaches down to grip her aching asshole, trying to contain the onslaught of pain as her sphincter strains to hold onto the enormous load rumbling within her bowels. Her eyes flicker up to the webcam as if asking for permission, pleading with him to understand. But she knows he will; he understands this is what she craves—the pain that turns her on so fiercely. Slowly, ever so slowly, the log starts sliding out of her. It stretches and tugs at her delicate folds, pushing out against her walls with impossible force. Tears of pain streak down her cheeks, but she refuses to break eye contact with her viewer. With an agonized moan, she finally loses the battle and freezes in place. Her body shudders as wave after wave of intense relief courses through her as she releases her bowels. It's a long, painful process; the shit feels as though it's stretching her ass beyond its limits. But when it's finally over and the plug of shit is dislodged from deep within her, Kitty heaves a sigh of relief. "That was a good one," she comments, smoothing her hands over the hot, sticky mess leaking from her asshole. With trembling fingers, she takes out her phone to capture the moment—the twisted delight painted across her face. She steps into the shower, eager to wash away the sticky residue that clings to her skin and pile it high with the rest of her shit. As she rinses herself off, the mic slips from its perch, landing squarely in the middle of her freshly shat loaf. Kitty gasps, her eyes going wide as she stares down at the excrement now covered with delicate strands of her hair. She tilts the phone downward, capturing the moment for posterity before using a single square of toilet paper to carefully clean the mic off. Wrapping it up carefully, she smiles wryly. "Well, that's one for the blooper reel," she chuckles. "But don't you worry, lover." She leans back against the shower wall, warm water cascading down her body. "I'll make it up to you. Next time, I promise I'll take even better care of your toys."