Natalia Kapretti - Enjoying smoking, washing shit from our bodies

As I walked into the bathroom, I couldn't help but admire the feel of my slender body still coated in the sticky, fragrant remnants of our morning dirty sex. I chuckled as I looked down, remembering how we had finished everything off against the sunny background. But now it was time to wash the shit away. My gorgeous toilet slave girl, Maya, had already begun the process. She looked up at me with a mix of embarrassment and excitement in her eyes, her slender fingers working the soap into her skin. Her body shivered slightly as the hot water hit and the shit began to slide down the drain, taking with it the last vestiges of our intimate morning play. I moved closer, unable to resist the temptation any longer. Leaning in, I pressed my body against hers, feeling her warmth seep into me as our wet skin met. Our breaths came fast and shallow, mixing together as we stared into each other's eyes. Moaning, I pushed her against the edge of the tub, feeling the slick, slippery shit still coating the porcelain. My cock hardened again, stirring to life as it always did when we were close to the scent and taste of feces. Without a word, I moved behind her, pressing my hips against her ass. As I pushed my length against her tight channel, I felt the musky scent of her sex fill my nostrils. With a groan, I sank balls-deep into her ass, feeling the heat and wetness envelop me. My hands groped her plump breasts, pinching the nipples until they hardened beneath my fingers. It was glorious - dirty, wrong, and so fucking hot. I moved in time with her, feeling the shit between us slicken my movements. She moaned loudly, her head falling back against the slippery wall of the tub. As the climax hit us both, we came together in a perfect mess of orgasmic bliss and shit-covered ecstasy. Finally, reluctantly, I pulled out of her, stepping back. We looked at each other, water dripping from our bodies, faces covered in the remnants of our intimate morning. It was time to wash up and get ready for the day, but I knew we would always remember this - the taste of each other's shit, the way we moved together in dirty harmony. And so we did - we scrubbed and cleaned until there was no trace of our morning left, disappearing down the drain to be washed away by the flow of water. But the memory would always stay with us, a reminder of the darkest, dirtiest pleasure we had ever known.