Love to Shit Girls - Dirty Satin Pants

Oxana slips her soft, waxen hands beneath the hem of her silky dress and slides them slowly up the flawless expanse of her satiny thighs, her warm breath fluttering against her sensitive skin. She already feels the familiar tingling sensation in her lower belly, a sharp stab of excitement that makes her nipples harden beneath her silk bra. Her heart races as she reaches down between her thighs and parts the folds of her pussy lips, dipping two fingers inside to seek out her tight little starfish of a clit. With steady, practiced movements, she starts to rub herself, her nails scraping lightly against the soft flesh of her inner thighs as she builds the tension within her. Her hips start to rock gently back and forth, her fingers working faster and harder against her clit, and then suddenly she stops. Her body trembles as she pulls her fingers away from her pussy and extends one hand towards the floor, the other reaching underneath the lace-trimmed panties she's wearing. She pauses for a moment, just feeling the coarse texture of the carpet against her skin, the gentle rustle of her panties as she moves her fingers, before slowly, deliberately, she starts to press two fingers into her tight little asshole. It's still tight, even though she's been stretching it out regularly, but she takes her time, working them in and out, fucking herself with her own fingers until she can feel the stretch in her walls and the slick heat of her ass filling her fingertips. And then, finally, she pushes her fingers away and stands up, the heavy satin skirt pooling around her ankles. She looks down at herself, taking in the sight of her body, all dressed up in it's finery, but about to be covered in messy shit. Her fingers trail lightly over the fabric of her underwear, tracing the edges of her wet cunt lips, before dipping once again beneath the lace to stroke her clit. With a sigh of anticipation, she lifts her skirt up over her hips, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her trim little muscle between her legs and the black, lacy panties that cover her ass. She steps out of the discarded skirt, her heels clicking against the floor, and then slowly, sensually, she lowers herself onto the edge of the toilet, spreading her legs wide, her panties now inches away from her face. Her hinny twitches as she grips the edge of the toilet, tensing her muscles, and then, with a soft moan, she leans forward, pressing her lips against the delicate fabric of her panties, tasting the salty, musky sweetness of her own pussy. She breathes in deeply, letting her tongue dart out to lick at the sticky folds of her labia, her fingers deftly working her clit as she starts to pant, the anticipation of the messy shit about to fill her panties almost too much to bear. And then, finally, she pushes her fingers deep into her sopping wet cunt, feeling the walls of her pussy flutter around her fingers, her hips bucking wildly as she starts to fuck herself on her fingers, her other hand dipping down between her legs to work her clit faster and harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps. And then, finally, she tips over the edge, her body shuddering as she cums, her fingers disappearing into her eager cunt as the first hot globs of messy shit splash against her panties, soaking into the delicate fabric. Her orgasm finally fading, she leans back, panting heavily, her fingers still buried deep inside her dripping cunt, just feeling the heat and the weight of the shit that's about to fill her panties. And then, with a sly smirk, she pulls her fingers out, slick with her own juices and shit, and reaches down between her legs once again, sinking her fingers back into her soaking wet cunt, feeling the pressure building up inside her once again. "Oh, this is gonna be a good one," she murmurs, pressing her fingers against her panties again, feeling the heat and the weight of her impending mess all over her fingers. And then, with a slow, steady force, she starts to push, the hot, messy shit splashing up against her ass and spilling over the top of her panties, soaking into the fabric, making the black lace soak through with her dirty, smelly juices. She sighs happily, feeling the warm, heavy coil of her shit resting against her thighs, pressing against the fabric of her panties, filling her soul with a deep, abiding sense of pleasure and satisfaction. And with a soft purr, she climbs off the toilet, the dirty satin pants swishing around her legs as she walks proudly out of the bathroom, her shitty panties a silent testament to her filthy, taboo fetish.