Myself and my Sexy latina friend - Eva 1.7Lbs 2feet turd of SHIT from my 110 lbs body For my customer :)

In the privacy of my bathroom, I've created a masterpiece for my loyal customer, Adam. As he eagerly awaits his latest delivery, I find myself savoring the anticipation of sending it off with my beautiful Latina friend, Eva. Dressed in nothing but a revealing black bikini that showcases her voluptuous curves, Eva stands regally upon a makeshift golden throne—my toilet seat. Her perfect, smooth behind glistens invitingly under the glow of the overhead light. And oh, how proud I am to introduce her as the vessel for my extraordinary creation. At 1.7 pounds and two feet long, it's a formidable turd, stretching beyond Eva's open legs like a shimmering sausage of precious fertilizer. The warm, rich scent wafts upward, teasing both her nostrils and mine with its intoxicating aroma. Her fingers delicately trace the contours of this highly valuable commodity, coaxing forth subtle tremors that rock its formidable bulk from side to side. "Adam is going to be so impressed," I murmur appreciatively, admiring both Eva's artistry and the sheer majesty of my own output. "You're truly a natural-born shit princess, my dear." Eva beams at the compliment, her dusky eyes shining with delight. "Thank you, mi patrón," she replies softly, leaning forward to press a tender kiss onto the soft underside of my cock—a reminder of who holds the real power in this relationship. Together, we marvel at the perfect specimen before us, reflecting on the bond that ties us together as shit-lovers and the adventures that await us when this most recent transaction is complete. It's times like these when I realize just how lucky I am to have found Eva—a kindred spirit who shares my deepest darkest desires without judgment or shame. With a trembling sense of anticipation, we prepare for the moment when our work will be revealed. Using a pair of latex-gloved hands, I gently lift Eva's tail to expose the pristine white porcelain of the toilet bowl. With a fluid motion, we slide the glistening log of shit into position, admiring its perfect placement within the waiting void. And then, with a triumphant flourish, we flush the toilet, sending our masterpiece spiraling away on a vortex of water and destiny. As the sound fades into silence, we stand in reverent silence, basking in the knowledge that our latest creation is now on its way to its new home. I lean in close to Eva, nuzzling her tenderly. "You've done wonderful work, my love," I whisper into her ear. "Now let's clean up and wait for Adam's reaction. Who knows? Maybe he'll be so impressed he'll want to take things to the next level..."