Natalia Kapretti - Strapon in ass full of shit is such a pleasant feeling

The feeling of a rock-hard cock throbbing against my soft, supple ass cheeks sent shivers down my spine as I sank deeper onto it. It was a feeling unlike anything else, and the knowledge that it was strapped on only heightened the erotic thrill. My heart raced with anticipation as I slowly began to lower myself onto the massive turd which sat atop the toilet seat, feeling its warmth and weight pressing against my most intimate folds. I moaned softly, unable to contain the steady stream of gas that escaped my puckered asshole.

I felt the head of my lover's cock breach my rim, and I couldn't help but gasp at the sensation. It was both exhilarating and humiliating, all at once. As he slowly began to push deeper inside me, I felt the turd shift beneath me, filling my ass with its stinking mass. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before – hot and sticky and disgusting, yet oddly arousing. I moaned louder, arching my back and pushing back against him in an uncontrollable rhythm. The feeling of being so completely filled by both him and the shit was overwhelmingly euphoric.

With each powerful thrust, I felt the turd press tighter against my pussy, massaging it with each undulation of my hips. The slick sounds of fecal matter slapping against flesh echoed through the room as we fucked in perfect sync. My breathing grew ragged, and I bit down on my lip, feeling the bitter taste of shit and precum mixed together on my tongue. The smell was intoxicating, and with every inhalation, I could feel my body respond even more eagerly to the filth invading every corner of my being.

I couldn't hold back any longer. The overwhelming sensations were too much for me to bear. With a loud groan, I surrendered to my desires, allowing the hot flood of piss and shit to escape from my sphincter, coating my lover's cock and the turd beneath us. I shuddered, feeling a wave of intense pleasure wash over me as we both reached orgasm. Slowly, as we both recovered from our climaxes, he pulled out of me, leaving me sitting in a mess of my own filth and his cum. But even as the lingering sensations began to fade away, I knew that this was the most taboo and exhilarating experience of my life, and I couldn't wait to do it all over again.