Natalia Kapretti - Shiteating slut wash up from the shit

Natalia Kapretti, my tainted innocence, my shit-eating, shy slut... She's often in my shit. Happily running half day dirty, she reluctantly trudges into the shower to wash up. The filthy mess clinging to her skin tells tales of her depravity; tales that she can't wait to repeat. As she turns on the water, anxiety fills her body at the thought of having to scrub away the remnants of my foul load. Her soft, delicate snow-white skin shudders under the harsh sting of the jet streams, but she knows it's necessary to cleanse herself before returning to me - her toilet slave.

She stands under the pounding water for what feels like an eternity, but time seems to stand still when one is lost in shame. Slowly and methodically, she begins to wash every inch of her body, paying special attention to those areas that bear the heaviest stain. Her shoulders, arms, and back arch as she tries to reach every nook and cranny. The soap suds swirl around her like a macabre dance, their frothy heads belying the filth they're meant to wash away.

She grasped a scrub brush, its bristles pricking at her sensitive skin. Each time she drags it across her chest, stomach, and thighs, she imagines it's my cock, grinding away at her, getting her ready for another round of dark pleasures. The shyness that once shrouded her is nowhere to be found - replaced by a fiery desire that burns deep within her soul.

Despite her best efforts, there are some areas that just won't cooperate. She often catches herself grimacing as she attempts to scrub away the shit-stains from deep within her crevices. Her delicate finger slips into her pussy, probing for any lingering residue. She gasps at the feel of soap and water mixing with her natural juices, sending shivers down her spine. Her breath hitches as she begins to play with herself, the memory of my cock driving her wild. She teases her clit, her hips bucking against the force of the water. Her orgasm consumes her, wracking her body with intense pleasure. It's a momentary reprieve from the guilt that weighs heavily on her mind.

Finally, she managed to wash up. Her skin, while still visibly stained with my sin, was remarkably clean given the circumstances. She stepped out of the shower and dried off, continuing to torment herself with thoughts of her depravity. The memory of my cum dripping down her chin makes her nipples harden once again. She can't help but crave more of my abuse, more of my filth. She knows that tomorrow will be no different, and she looks forward to it with a twisted mix of fear and anticipation.

Brushing her teeth is as much a part of her ritual as anything else. As much as she loves the taste of shit, it's also necessary part of bedtime hygiene. She scrubs away at her teeth, relishing the minty freshness that contrasts so sharply with the putrid taste that normally fills her mouth. With a sigh, she climbs into bed, her body aching for release. She knows that tomorrow will be new day and I will shit in her mouth again - but for now, she'll have to content herself with dreaming of my foul embrace.