PooAlina - Alina pooping in mouth toilet slave after vodka and vegetable stew with meat

Alina walked into my bathroom, her blonde hair slightly disheveled from our recent encounter. She had been drinking heavily and indulging in a meat-filled, vegetable stew dinner. Her eyes were glassy, and there was an unmistakable scent of alcohol emanating from her. I swiftly locked the door behind her, my heart racing with anticipation.

She turned around, giving me a sensual glance over her shoulder before unbuttoning her jeans. My cock twitched in excitement as she slid down her pants, revealing a lace thong partially hiding her wet pussy. She walked over to the toilet and peeled off the thong, revealing her bare, lush ass carefully scraping over the cool ceramic.

Her asshole clenched and relaxed rhythmically, and I could see the beginnings of a soft, supple turd forming. Alina grasped the toilet rim with one hand, letting out a soft moan as she stared down into the bowl. She lowered herself onto the seat, her full cheeks resting on either side of the cool porcelain.

My gaze was drawn irresistibly to the sight of her puckering anus, muscles tense in anticipation. Feeling bold, I reached out and gently massaged the firm globes, eliciting a deep moan from her. She leaned back slightly, offering me easier access to her tight anal entrance. Slowly, I inserted a single finger, feeling the heat and slickness of her insides as I went deeper. Her mouth watered, saliva dripping uncontrollably onto the floor.

Alina dropped her head back, her long hair falling around her, and closed her eyes. The first warm trickle of shit met my finger, and she gasped, her body shuddering with pleasure. It flowed freely, filling the toilet with the rich, meaty scent of her shit. I removed my finger, replacing it with my tongue, and tasted her exquisite feces, savoring the mixture of alcohol, meat, and vegetables.

As she continued to empty her bowels, I sucked on her clit, teasing it with my tongue. Sobriety quickly dissipated, and she quickly lost herself in the erotic cycle we had created. She let out a long, low moan as another wave of pleasure washed over her, urging me to taste more of her shit.

Alina's body shook, and a final gush of liquid warmth filled my mouth. She sat up, catching her breath, panting heavily. I stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, reveling in the intoxicating scent that lingered in the air.

"Thank you, master," she said softly, looking up at me with a mix of lust and vulnerability in her eyes. I smiled down at her, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over me. "You're welcome, my sweet toilet slave," I replied, locking the door behind me as I left the bathroom, eagerly anticipating our next encounter.