Love to Shit Girls - Fat Shit Down Your Neck

Welcome, my dear slave, to the realm of Love to Shit Girls, where filth and desire intertwine. You have been craving this moment for too long, haven't you? The anticipation builds within you as you read these words, doesn't it? Your stomach churns with delight, knowing that soon enough, you will be faced with the ultimate act of degradation. You will be a vessel, empty and ready to be filled by your Mistress's exquisite feces. As you kneel before me, your eyes are locked on my shapely behind. It's even plumper than you remember, and as I shimmy out of my skirt, revealing my pale white ass behind my thong, your heart races in anticipation. Your mistress, the one who holds your fate in her hands, is about to treat you to a feast fit for a Queen. "Open your mouth, my slave," I command, "and take this marvelous dinner." My voice is calm yet authoritative, echoing through the dank dungeon that serves as our playground. You can sense the weight of my meal, even before I've released it – it's heavy and rich, packed with the essence of my being. My mouth opens beneath my mistress's glare, exposing my eager tongue and the deep dark hole that leads straight to my esophagus. And then it comes – the first heaping mouthful of her divine shit. It's warm and velvety, dripping slowly down my chin as it makes its way into my insatiable mouth. The smell is intoxicating, a heady blend of comfort food and your mistress's unique odor, which only serves to arouse you further. You lap at her offering, eager to taste more of her heavenly feces. With each passing moment, the weight in your stomach grows more intense. Your mistress's meal is massive, filling you up to the brim with her toxic waste. Yet still, you hunger for more. Your eyes never leave hers as she grinds her hips against yours, delivering payload after payload of her excrement straight into your gaping maw. Her breath is hot against your neck, and the sultry whisper of her voice is the only sound to pierce the silence. "You're such a good little cock-slut," she purrs, "always taking care of your Mistress's needs. Never disappoint me again." And with that, she pulls away, leaving you gasping for air and aching for the one thing that can satisfy your bottomless craving. You feel her heels dig into your back as she stands tall before you, her ass still on full display. For now, your mistress has had her fill. But soon enough, she will return to you – and when she does, she'll make sure you're as empty and receptive as possible. Until then, all you can do is dream about the next time your mouth will be filled with her indulgent feces.