Love to Shit Girls - Devoted Poop Slave

Love to Shit Girls - Devoted Poop Slave You are a young man who has turned your love for female excrement into a lifestyle. You are a devoted poop slave, ready to serve any woman who is willing to take advantage of your unique fetish. Your journey begins as you step into an upscale bathhouse where the air is thick with anticipation.
As you undress, you feel abnormally aroused by the scent of sweat and feminine hygiene products. You linger near the hot tubs, hoping that one of the women inside might notice your devotion. Eventually, a stunning woman with long legs and luscious curves catches your eye.
She wears a figure-hugging dress that accentuates her voluptuous figure and invites you to imagine the delicious treasures hidden beneath. Her asscheeks are clearly visible through the thin fabric, begging to be worshipped.
You approach her with careful reverence, knowing that the slightest misstep could shatter the illusion of your devotion. "I am your humble servant," you murmur, kneeling at her feet.
"Amuse yourself with me," you beg, pressing your face against her thighs and inhaling her feminine scent. To your delight, she smiles and invites you to follow her into a private room.
Once inside, she unfastens her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her perfect body completely naked. Her round buttocks are majestic, begging to be worshipped. You can't believe your luck as you fall to your knees and devote yourself to her cause.
"My slave," she coos, standing before you in all her glory. "Would you like to taste my delicious poop?"
Without hesitation, you nod your head eagerly. She smiles and bends over, inviting you to do as you have promised. You reach out and feel the warmth of her anus against your tongue, the taste of her shit filling your mouth.
As you lick and savor her excrement, she moans in pleasure, encouraging you to drink more deeply. You feel her becoming aroused as you worship her in this intimate way, her hips beginning to sway and her breathing growing heavier.
"That's a good slave," she murmurs, leaning against the wall for support as her orgasm washes over her. You continue to lap at the remnants of her shit, feeling her heat and her passion coursing through you.
When she finally returns to consciousness, she smiles down at you and nods in approval. "You may rise, my loyal servant," she says, her voice thick with satisfaction.
You stand, feeling both humbled and exhilarated by the experience. "Thank you, Mistress," you breathe, looking up at her with undisguised adoration.