Madame Ellen Expert in scat - Madame Ellen: Ill show you what you missed, shit eater

Madame Ellen smirked as she looked down at the pathetic human who was eagerly awaiting her next move. You pathetic little creature, she thought to herself. You're so eager to worship my asshole that you can't even see what's right in front of you. Without giving him any time to respond, she slowly lowered her velvety, full ass onto the face of her eager admirer. The scent of her feces wafted up into his nostrils, making him shiver with delight. As she started pushing out soft, juicy turds onto his face, she couldn't help but chuckle. "Do you know what I find so amusing about you, shit eater?" she purred, her voice dripping with contempt. "It's the fact that you think you're missing out when you're not being allowed to eat my shit. But let me tell you, there's so much more to it than that." Her hands roamed over his body, tracing the contours of his skin as he eagerly lapped up every inch of her fecal matter. She watched as his tongue flicked out to catch the smallest specks of her shit, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of dominance. "You see, my little toilet slave," she continued, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Eating my shit is only part of it. The real joy comes from watching you beg for it. The way you cling to every single word I say, desperate for even the tiniest morsel of my shit. That, my dear, is what I call true worship." With that, she unleashed a torrent of filth from her asshole, burying his face in a mountain of shit. She could hear him gagging and choking, but she knew he wouldn't stop. Not until she told him to. And that, my dear shit-eater, is exactly what you missed.