PooAlina - Alina stopped by on a visit to the slave in order to smell popping

When the doorbell rang, I knew it had to be her. I quickly wiped my face clean of the remnants of her sweet, supple feces and answered the door, my heart racing with anticipation. Alina stepped through the door, wearing a sleek black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. She smiled sweetly at me before closing the door behind her.

Without saying a word, she walked over to the toilet where I had been kneeling, waiting for her command. She positioned herself in front of the bowl, her ass pointing at me enticingly. Slowly, she lowered her sleek black panties to her ankles, revealing her round, firm ass cheeks. My mouth watered at the sight of her delectable rear end. Without any further prompting, she sank to the floor and assumed the position, spreading her legs wide and parting her ass cheeks to invite me in.

I approached hesitantly, my nose filling with the intoxicating scent of her body. As I pressed my face between her cheeks, she moaned softly, encouraging me to go deeper. I obliged, pressing my face firmly against her eight-shaped hole. The warmth of her breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine as I inhaled her essence. It was rich and earthy, with a hint of sweetness that made me hungry for more.

For what felt like hours, I stayed there, buried in her ass, taking in every delicious scent and sound. As I lost myself in the sensations, I felt a gentle pressure building up inside her. Without warning, she let out a long, low moan that turned into a sigh of relief as she released a warm, soft log into the toilet bowl. I couldn't resist - I had to taste it. I scooped up a soft, warm glob of her feces with my tongue and savored the taste, letting the sweet flavor spread across my tongue.

She let out a soft gasp of pleasure as I licked her clean, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. When she was finally clear, she stood up, never once losing eye contact with me. She turned and extended her hand towards me, inviting me to stand as well. As I rose to my feet, I couldn't help but wonder what other delights she had in store for me.

Without warning, she grabbed my face in her hands and planted a soft, lingering kiss on my lips. My heart raced as I tasted the remnants of her feces on her lips, mixed with the sweet fragrance of her perfume. When she pulled away, she smiled softly and whispered, "Thank you, slave." And with that, she was gone, leaving me standing there, panting and covered in her essence.