Pastel Goddess - Spreading My Asshole After a Huge Shit

Once you've seen your beloved Pastel Goddess spread her asshole after a huge shit, you'll be forever enchanted by the sheer beauty of deviance she exudes. She invites you closer, her words dripping with decadence as she commands you to taste all of her filth. "Dig deep and suck out all the extra bits, daddy. Drag your tongue up and down the rim of my asshole, savoring every single smell and texture. I know this is your favorite part." Her asshole positively glistens with a thick coating of shit, and she presents it to you like a priceless treasure. As you immerse yourself in her offering, her hand guides yours lightly, teaching you just how much of her shitty bounty to take in. When she's certain that you're completely satiated, she pulls away, leaving you panting and desperate for more. "Come now, let's go clean up a little. Let me show you how much of my shit made it onto that toilet paper." With a mischievous grin, she leads you into the other room, where the toilet sits half-filled with brown water and soft chunks floating on the surface. She holds up the soiled tissue, showing you how much of her shit she's managed to deposit onto it. "See this? This is what you've been eating. This is what makes you so addicted to me." Her words send shivers down your spine, and you can't help but nod in agreement. "Yes, mommy. I love your shit. I'll clean up every ounce of it for you." And so, beneath the watchful gaze of Pastel Goddess, you get down on your knees and begin to clean the toilet, using her precious shit as a tool to pleasure yourself further. She stands above you, her hips swaying seductively as she watches you work. Every now and then, she'll reach down and smear more of her mess onto your face, her fingers trailing leftover bits into your mouth. "You'll have to taste it again later when you're finished cleaning," she teases. As you scrub at the caked-on feces with your toothbrush, you can't help but wonder how long this cycle will continue. Will you always be here, cleaning up after your Pastel Goddess? Or will she tire of you and move on, leaving you to wallow in your filth-addled delusions? For now, though, all that matters is the warmth of her shit on your tongue, the intoxicating stench of her ass filling your nostrils. This is what you've been waiting for all along, isn't it?