MISTRESS ISABELLA - 331 Morning POO by Mistress Isabella

MISTRESS ISABELLA - 331 Morning POO by Mistress Isabella

Mistress Isabella woke up early in the morning, her stomach was rumbling. She had been consuming a rich meal the previous night and had hardly gone for her sleeping round, she knew what was coming. She gently moved one of her silk sheets aside and sat on the edge of her bed, rubbing her swollen belly with a soft smile. She could feel her bowels moving, and a warm sensation spreading through her lower abdomen. Her lust for scat was still as strong as ever, and the anticipation of creating a new video for her loyal followers only made her more excited. Embedding herself deeper into her fantasy, she lit up a thin, long cigarette, held it between two of her manicured fingers and exhaled the smoke slowly. Closing her eyes, she focused on the feeling inside her, the gentle bulge of her full rectum, ready to unleash its contents. She could feel her bodily fluids mixing with the stool, creating a warm, slippery cocktail that would soon fill her neat little chamber pot. Slowly, carefully, she leaned over and set the cigarette aside, then lifted the pot and positioned it under her flat, toned bubble butt. As the warm, putrid smell of feces filled the room, she let out a soft moan, opening her eyes and focusing them on the naughty act she was about to perform. Lowering her smooth, round cheeks onto the rim of the pot, she pushed gently but firmly, feeling the soft squelch of her shit as it hit the hard ceramic bottom of the container. Round after round, she emptied her full, swollen bowels, grunting and groaning with each push. The warm, viscous substance slowly filled up the chamber pot, coating her prominent, wrinkle-free butt-cheeks and the crevice between them in a thick layer of fecal matter. Slowly, she lifted herself off the pot, standing up tall and proud, taking in the sight of her own shit-covered body. She paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of her own filth between her legs, before turning around and displaying her perfect, round butt for her viewers, feet smeared with her freshly deposited feces. With a wicked grin on her face, Mistress Isabella reached down and scooped up a generous helping of her own creation, bringing it up to her mouth and slowly, sensually digging into it with her fingers, groaning in pleasure as the warm, stinky mass slid into her mouth and down her throat. She licked her fingers clean, sucking on them slowly, savoring the taste of her own excrement as she prepared for her next rousing performance. And so it went, with Mistress Isabella, queen of scat and dirty talk, indulging in her own filth and sharing the experience with her loyal fans around the world.