Natalia Kapretti - Shitting in favorite jeans after a long day so bliss

Finally, holiday weekend is over and I have a lot to do. I spent whole day running around on business, on organizations, and already returning home I felt that I really wanted to shit. This immediately gave me idea to fool around. When I got home, I didnt go to the toilet, I decided to shit right into my favorite jeans. Oh, what a bliss it is when soft, hot shit spreads over the ass, seeps into the crotch to the pussy. Fuck, why havent I done this all time before. I think start shitting in pants regularly.

It's such a thrill, the feeling of warmth and fullness in my gut as the contents of my bowels press against my jeans. I can feel them sloshing around, eager to escape. I walk slowly into the bathroom, savoring the moment. I position myself over the toilet but decide against releasing myself quite yet. Instead, I take a deep breath and sit down on the edge of the bathtub, careful not to get any waste on the clean surface.

With my legs spread wide apart, I rub my hands over my jean-covered ass, feeling the squish of my feces under my fingers. The coolness of the air against my wet panties is a contrast to the warmth inside me. I lean forward, pushing my ass further into the air, offering myself a chance to really explore.

I sink my fingers into my luscious cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal the perfect target for a messy release. As I relish the sensation of my own fecal matter on my fingers, I slide them down towards my anus, teasing myself with the prospect of what's to come. There's no rush though; I want to savor this for as long as possible.

I begin to rock back and forth slowly, grinding my ass down onto my own fingers in time with each deep breath. With every thrust, I feel myself getting closer to letting go. The anticipation builds within me, and I know that when I finally do release myself, it will be glorious.

With a loud moan escaping my lips, I push against the building pressure inside me. A river of thick, warm shit flows from my gaping asshole, coating my fingers and streaming down my inner thighs. I gasp as the weight of my bowels is finally lifted off my body. The hot, sticky mess spreads between my cheeks, and I can feel it seeping into my crotch, surrounding my pussy.

I continue to rock back and forth, riding the wave of euphoria as I watch my own shit spread over my ass and thighs. The scent fills my nostrils, a heady mix of filth and excitement. I find myself lost in the moment, completely consumed by the idea that this is something I must do again and again.

I stay like this for what feels like an eternity, reveling in the feeling of being covered in my own fecal matter. Finally, I'm able to pull away, leaning back to admire the mess I've created. It's truly beautiful—a testament to my desire to submit to my filthiest fantasies. And as I reach down to feel the warmth between my legs, I know that this is just the beginning.