Natalia Kapretti - Dirty breakfast shit eater Sasha. Part 2

Entering the kitchen, you found your lover Sasha perched on the edge of the kitchen counter with the table directly in front of her, her lower half hanging over the edge of the plate, her ass cheeks spread apart to reveal the steaming pile of light brown shit that had made its way out of her asshole. She turned her head towards you, her eyes filled with mischief and a hint of innocence as she reached behind her to fiddle with her sphincter, coaxing another stream of feces onto the plate. "I'm making us breakfast," she replied, the grin on her face growing wider as she leaned forward to lick her lips, clearly savoring the scent and taste of her own feces. Without hesitation, she spread the shit out on the plate with her hands, crafting a messy pile that resembled a breakfast scramble, her fingers coated in a layer of warm, sticky fecal matter. Her movements were slow and deliberate, each movement of her fingers sliding in and out of her ass, coating the food on the plate with a layer of shit, mixing it together until it resembled a truly disgusting, yet undeniably erotic meal. You couldn't help but feel a wave of arousal wash over you as you watched your lover get herself so dirty, so eagerly eager to experience the taste and feel of her own feces. She looked up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and pride as she sat back on the plate, her shitting hole still open, inviting you to take a closer look if you dared. "What do you think?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she ran her fingers through the fecal matter on the plate once more. "Is it enough?" It was clear that she wasn't asking about the quantity of food, but rather the level of depravity and filthiness she had infused into their breakfast. Before you could respond, she leaned forward once more, positioning her ass at the edge of the plate as she reaching behind her with one hand while supporting her weight with the other. With a slow, grinding motion, she lowered herself onto the plate, pressing the feces against her ass and knuckles as she began to grind herself against it, moaning in pleasure as she sunk deeper into the warm, sticky mess. Her movements were hypnotic, entrancing, as she once again leaned forward to give you a view of her pussy covered in shit, clearly marked with her love for you. "Mmm... this is what I call a proper breakfast for two," she purred, her eyes locked on yours as she continued to fuck herself on the plate, her asshole opening and closing as if begging for more. You couldn't help but feel a surge of primal desire as you watched her, the combination of filth, depravity, and raw sexuality she exuded like a drug, clouding your mind and filling you with the need to join her, to plunge yourself into the depths of her shit-covered paradise. You took a hesitant step forward, unable to resist the pull of her sinful allure any longer.